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“Hello?”

Jimin’s phone rings as soon as he steps out of the shower. He wraps his towel around his waist and walks over to the sink to see who it is. To his surprise, it’s you.

Pink tracksuit girl.

He doesn’t know you that well. Only your place of work, your first name, and that you’re in a shitty relationship.

He met you randomly, leaving the downtown area one night. You were walking down the dark streets, looking upset and angry. Jimin isn’t anywhere near a gentleman, but he wouldn’t want someone he cared about walking alone like that, especially at night.

You were hesitant initially but accepted a ride from him after his persistence.

Upon first glance, he could guess your profession. Glitter-streaked hair, a medium-sized black duffel bag, a pink suede tracksuit covering your nearly nude body—definitely a stripper.

After the third run-in, you told him you worked at the Penthouse, a strip club just three blocks away from his nightclub on Main Street. Quite often, your girlfriend would fail to pick you up—that’s how you’d end up in the passenger seat of his Ferrari that night a few months ago.

It was always the same issue each time. Even now, Jimin wonders why you were still with her. However, he isn’t one to pry into other people’s business. You’re an adult; you can handle whatever choices you make. He’s got his hands full with his personal life anyway.

He’s never too busy to lend a helping hand, though. That’s why he gave you his number, so you can call whenever you need a ride—or if you ever decided that you’d like to ride him.

“Hey, Jimin. It’s me. The girl that works at the Penthouse—”

“Yeah, pink tracksuit.” A tired yawn accidentally escapes him while stating your real name. “Damn. My bad. But I know who you are, sweetheart. What’s up?”

He hears the sound of traveling vehicles and knows you’re walking somewhere. It’s only 10 PM, so he wonders if something happened at work. Guys can be pigs in those places, and he can only imagine how uncomfortable that would make you. Judging by your demeanor, he can tell you’re pretty introverted despite the expectations listed in your job description.

“Everything's okay, huh?” he checks.

His gut tells him something’s off, and your exasperated sigh lets him know he isn’t wrong.

“I’m okay, but they decided to send us home at the last minute… Said that the weather wouldn’t bring in many customers. My shift ended an hour ago,” you answer.

Jimin nods before putting his phone on speaker and setting it on the counter. He’s already getting dressed before you can ask him for a ride because it’s already raining, and your apartment is on the other side of town. No way you’d make it in these conditions, and he doesn’t want you to run into any trouble on the way there either.

“Yeah, it’s about to get nasty out there. I shut down for the weekend because there’s supposed to be some flooding downtown,” Jimin mentions as he pulls up his sweats. “Do you need a ride home? I can come and pick you up—”

“No, no. It’s fine. I was going to ask, but you seem really tired, so no worries.”

Jimin scoffs. “Are you crazy? It’s pouring down out there. Where are you?”

Eventually, you answer, “At the bus stop on third. I was trying to wait out the rain, but.…”

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

He grabs his phone and steps into his room to slide on some shoes. You start apologizing over the phone, but there’s really no need. Jimin’s not a saint—however, he has a mom, a sister, and maybe he’ll even have a daughter someday—he’d want someone to do the same for them if he wasn’t around to do it himself.

“Jimin, I am so sorry. I hope I’m not ruining your plans or anything. I had to cover all of the rent for this month, but once I can work a full night, I’ll repay you—”

“You’re good, babe. I’m not doing anything tonight.”

Well, besides his “Friday night” a little later but nothing important.

“Sit tight. I’ll be there in like seven minutes,” he promises, then heads out the door.

He ends up staying on the line with you for the entire duration of his journey to be safe. Usually, downtown is just filled with nightlife and club hoppers. Still, it does have its shady areas like any other part of the city. Your job puts you at a greater risk of harm.

He’s never visited the Penthouse, but after hearing his colleagues talk about it, he’d sure like to someday. Maybe even get a lap dance or a private show from his favorite dancer—which would be you, of course.

Jimin’s not blind. Even those loose-fitting pants you wear can’t hide a nice ass.

You’re sculpted, that’s for sure, and pretty. Fuck, you’re so pretty.

He has to remind himself to be respectful constantly when you’re in his car. Mainly because he doesn’t want a slap in the face. He also prefers his women to be single and able to give him their undivided attention. The last thing he wants is to be in the middle of some drama.

You don’t even seem like the type to step out. No matter how much this woman has put you through, you’re still loyal to her when you could have so much more.

There are people out there who don’t mind your kind of work and would still respect you more than your girlfriend does. Hopefully, you’ll someday realize that and end that toxic relationship you’re currently in.

He can see how tired you are when he pulls up beside you, not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. He doesn’t get the hype of being committed to someone when you’re not even happy. Is monogamy so vital that you lose yourself and your sense of happiness to meet society’s opinion of what is right?

It doesn’t seem worth it to him.

“Get in!” he yells while you’re standing outside of his car digging in your bag. “You’re getting soaked.”

You mention something about finding a jacket, so you don’t ruin his seats, and he waves you off.

“Babe, don't worry about my seats. Get in before you get struck by lightning or something,” he says with urgency.

The rain’s coming down pretty hard, and he needs to get off the road before it starts flooding.

“Sorry about that,” is the first thing you say when you enter the warmth of his luxury sports car.

“You’ve worked customer service your whole life, haven’t you?” Your reaction tells him he worded that completely wrong. “Uhh… I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I have to; that’s how I know,” he explains.

He feels relieved when you nod and relax in your seat. As he drives away from the curve, he continues.

“I only said that because you always apologize even though some things are out of your control. You have that common courtesy flowing through your veins. It’s an asset to have in our professions.”

Jimin steals a glance at you once the car stops at a red light, but you’re too busy scrolling through your phone to notice. The light from your screen illuminates your skin, and he can easily make out your puffy eyes and the redness on the tip of your nose.

“Rough night, huh?” he asks you, unsure of what else to say. He’s the worst at comforting people. That’s probably why he isn’t considered “boyfriend” material.

His only solution for a bad day is some nasty sex and his strongest bottle of alcohol.

You snap out of your trance once you hear him clear his throat. To his surprise, you were paying attention. He can see the bit of embarrassment behind your tight-lipped smile.

“My bad,” you whisper, putting away your phone. “Yeah, I’ve been working since I was sixteen. Dancing since I was twenty.”

“You must be exhausted,” he comments, and he hears a scoff.

“That’s one word I would use.”

A warm feeling forms inside of him when he hears your laugh. It’s very small, but it’s the first time he’s ever heard that sound come from you and the first genuine smile he’s ever seen on your face.

You’re pretty. “So fucking pretty,” he has to repeat to himself.

Jimin’s staring makes you shy, and he can only imagine what kind of look he has on his face. He scolds himself and makes an oath to keep his eyes on the road from this point on but still struggles to tear away.

“The light’s green,” you mention, shifting your focus to your hands. The ghost of your smile still lingers, but Jimin decides to let the moment fade away. He doesn’t want to make it weird, but the urge to tell you that you’re attractive is strong.

Quickly, he changes the topic before he goes too far.

“So, home or…?”

You shake your head.

“Would it inconvenience you to take me to the motel over on Jefferson? I know it’s out of the way, but—”

“Hell no!”

Jimin’s face contorts with disgust.

“No, that place is filthy. Why are you going there?” he asks, gripping the wheel tighter. His mind instantly goes to everything he’s heard about that place, and his eyes widen. “Wait. Are you…”

You give him the same shocked expression as he’d given to you.

“Oh god, no. I just need a cheap place to stay for tonight,” you assure him. Your voice is slightly raised and high-pitched. “I can’t be at my place when she comes home from work or whatever it is she’s doing. She knows you’re giving me a ride, and you know how that will go.”

“Well, let me take you somewhere nicer, at least. I’ll cover it.”

He tries to offer you a better hotel room at his expense, but it’s not a shock that you decline.

“Jimin, I appreciate you, really. But I don’t feel comfortable; it’s too much. I know you’re only being kind, but.…”

Jimin nods, understanding where you’re coming from.

“I get it.”

However, that still leaves an option he’s not satisfied with either. He can’t just drop you off at a place like that and leave you for the night. It’s like throwing you in a shark tank with an open wound. There’s got to be another way.

“You have heard about that place, though. Haven’t you?” he asks.

You’re gazing out of the window now, looking back at a restaurant as his car passes by it.

“Are you hungry?”

Shaking your head again, you speak to him as you transfer your attention to your phone.

“No, I was just checking something out…but yeah, I know. I don’t have any other options, though,” you shrug.

“Stay at my place,” he blurts out before he changes his mind. Thankfully, you don’t ask him to stop and let you out for his outburst. He jumps on the opportunity to reason with you before you can shut him down entirely. “...And before you say no, hear me out.”

You don’t say anything, so Jimin tries again.

“Please?”

You sigh heavily. “Okay, Jimin.”

He’s relieved, but he knows he still has to convince you before he allows himself to get too excited.

“I have a huge house with two extra bedrooms. One of them even has its own bath. It’s at the end of the hall, far away from my room,” he explains.

“Okay?”

“All I’m saying is you can go in there, lock the door, and come out whenever you’re ready. I promise I won’t bother you. Have I ever bothered you?”

Your fit of laughter catches him off guard again. He takes his eyes off the road momentarily to watch you giggle, but he’s also curious.

“What’s that?” he scoffs with a slightly lopsided grin. Your head shakes, and you turn towards the window again to his disappointment. “Come on…Tell me.”

When you look at Jimin, he can’t help but feel shy suddenly now that he has your undivided attention. Your presence impacts him differently now that you aren’t tucked away in his passenger seat, feeling down and miserable. He feels like you’re reading every thought that runs through his mind.

The intensity of your lingering gaze has him shifting in his seat.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” is what you say finally, and Jimin tries to keep his growing smile hidden.

“W-What?” he chuckles nervously.

“You’re cute, and sweet. The world needs more people like you, Jimin,” you elaborate.

Your words warm his heart but humble him at the same time. He doesn’t remember the last time he was put in the friend zone, probably because it’s never happened.

His elementary school teachers used to call him cute. Not one of the hottest women he’s ever laid eyes on.

The sting is manageable because he’s so fond of you and respects your opinions. It still doesn’t erase the slight bruising of his ego. But he can’t win them all, he figures.

He gives you a smirk to mask his conflicted feelings.

“Not everybody is cut out for this, babe. It’s not as easy as I make it look,” he replies.

Your giggles fill up the car for a moment before they are replaced by a heavy silence. You stare ahead for a while, and when he approaches the traffic light, the one that can lead to his home or to that shitty hotel—you finally respond to his question.

“If I come home with you, will you tell me a little more about your life?”

Jimin’s perplexed but not against it. He’s got nothing to hide.

“You don’t have to—”

“No, I don’t mind. I just don’t know why you wanna talk about me. I’m pretty boring,” he tells you.

He sees your head tilt out of his peripheral.

“Boring?... A nightclub owner driving a damn Ferrari?”

“That’s not fair,” he argues, whining.

“Well, you didn’t make sense just now.”

He nods. “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am,” you conclude proudly, your smile growing wider.

After a few seconds, you speak again. “I’d just like to hear about you. You always listen to me go on and on. Isn’t there something you want to talk about?”

“Well…”

There isn’t really much to tell. He really has a simple life aside from the club and hooking up. Jimin grew up in a middle-class family, and when he turned 18, he moved out, got a job serving tables, and lived the party life instead of going to college. For his 21st birthday, he dropped four quarters in the slot machine and hit the jackpot on the first spin. It was sheer luck.

He got sevens across the board, so he decided to name his club after that number. They changed his life and opened a new world for him. Financially secure, he prefers tending to his business and getting laid. Occasionally, enjoying the fruit of his labor as a reward for his hard work. There really isn’t anything special about him.

“I just need a distraction, I guess,” you add.

Jimin nods his head as he turns onto the freeway. “That I can be,” he mumbles and proceeds to drive you both to his house.

The next four minutes are spent recalling short stories from his past—parties, wild sex that occasionally still happens, and everything else he could think of. But what truly intrigues you is his love for dance and how you share the same passion.

By the time you enter his home, he’s discovered that your backstory is quite similar to his. But instead of riches, the universe dealt you a bad hand. You left home and tried to chase your dreams but what you thought was love got in the way. That’s how you ended up in this situation; she was too important for you to just leave her behind.

What pisses him off is that she’s ungrateful and often accuses you of fucking him. You’ve made it clear to him from the jump that you’re committed to your relationship and have no plans on cheating, no matter how rough it gets. The woman doesn’t deserve you; that he knows for sure. Unfortunately, he’ll probably never get to tell her that to her face. And maybe that’s for the best.

“You’ve got a nice place.”

Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He turns around and finds you checking out his home with admiration in your irises. You’re impressed, and that fills his chest with a bit of pride.

“Thanks, love. Sorry about the boxes. I’m moving to another place, and I wanna take some things. If you want, I can show you to your room, or I can give you a tour,” he offers.

“A tour sounds fun, but is it okay if I shower? I’m tracking up your floor with my wet socks.”

Jimin looks at the floor and notices your sodden, dirty socks. He grimaces because they look cold and uncomfortable; he can only imagine how badly you want to get out of those things.

“Sorry, I’ll clean it. I left my sneakers outside to dry, but these are still soaking,” you add, and Jimin waves for you to follow him.

“No, I’m sorry for standing here like a dumbass. You must be freezing,” he says as he leads you to a guest bedroom. “It’s this one right here. I keep it stocked with towels and things, so help yourself to whatever. Do you need some more socks?”

You shake your head and thank him.

“No, I’m good. I keep everything I need in this thing, just in case.” You point to your bag with a smirk.

“Of course, you’re prepared,” he thinks to himself.

“But thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“Don’t mention it. I don’t mind at all,” he answers truthfully. “And if you’re bored or hungry, feel free to look in the fridge or watch tv…make yourself at home.”

“Jimin, you’re too sweet. I’ll have to pay you back someday,” you insist, but he refuses.

“That isn’t necessary. I’m just doing what I’d want someone to do for me if I was in the same situation,” he assures.

You nod as you step into the room, but you pause just before closing the door, making him freeze in place.

“Seriously, I feel like I owe you a lap dance or something, but if you insist….”

Jimin’s eyes widen as he scrambles to find his words. The door closes slowly, concealing the growing grin on your face that appears just when he attempts to change his mind.

“Hey,” he calls out, but it’s too late.

“Goodnight, Jimin.”

“But—”

And the door closes in his face.

He stands in his hallway alone, just blinking and staring at the closed door in disbelief. The way you just dropped that on him and bailed was down bad, but what can he say? That was smooth.

He laughs at himself for his reaction. He imagines he looked like an eager virgin perking up to your empty promises. However, he could care less because the idea does send a tingle down his shaft. The only thing softening the blow is knowing that you were joking and probably wouldn’t give him a lap dance if it were a cold day in hell.

He has to shake his head to get those thoughts out of his mind. You’re a forbidden fruit. He shouldn’t even think about you in that way. Though, some things are easier said than done.

Jimin heads towards his kitchen, but the sound of your voice stops him before he can get down the hall. You’re arguing and not just some petty confrontation. You sound hurt, furious, and genuinely exhausted. He feels terrible, but there isn’t much he can do. He’d offer to make it better, but that’d only last for tonight. If it were to happen at all.

Jimin’s not a hero; this isn’t his battle to fight. But at least you wouldn’t have to deal with bullshit if you and he were fucking around.

Making his way to the kitchen, he listens to your faint sobbing until it ultimately stops. He then starts prepping a late-night snack just in case you get hungry before the morning. Afterward, he pours himself a drink and sits on his couch, looking at the city view from his living room, enjoying the sound of the rain hitting his windows.

He pulls out his phone to check his messages and notices something that raises the hair on the back of his neck.

“Aw, shit. This can’t happen,” he whispers, opening his text messages.

10:21PM Friday Night: omw in a few babie

11:01PM Friday Night: open up. i’m in the parking lot.

Before he can think of a lie, his phone rings. As quickly as he tries to ignore it, there’s a knock on his door. He groans as he gets up and goes to see who it is. He already knows, but there’s still a tiny bit of hope that it’s someone with the wrong address.

However, when he swings it open, his fears are confirmed. His shoulders slump when he sighs.

“Leah,” he greets with much less enthusiasm than he usually has for one of the best slices of heaven he’s ever had.

“It’s Layla, asshole.”

Yeah, Layla. That’s it.

He’d only met her a few weeks ago, but the vibe was decent, so she’s become his Friday night entertainment. He’d forgotten he texted her earlier for some rainy night sex.

She invites herself in with a smile, ignoring his awkwardness and nervousness. He wants to tell her to leave, but she looks too damn good to resist.

He’s had a long week, and some pussy would do him just fine right now. Maybe if he can just explain to Layla that he has a guest, so she’ll have to keep it down, then she’ll understand. Or perhaps she won’t because she’s bold and would enjoy keeping someone up all night with her moaning.

Usually, he wouldn’t care either, but you don’t need that right now. You’ve probably already cried yourself to sleep.

“Shit, this floor is slippery. Don’t you know how to dry your feet?” Layla asks, placing her hand on her hip.

She looks around as if she knows something’s off, and Jimin can’t help but feel under pressure. Why are the women running him tonight? He’s got to get it together.

“I uhh—”

“Oh, never mind. I don’t think I want to know what this is,” she replies, face screwed in disgust.

He assures her that it is just water, but she doesn’t buy it.

“Jimin, if your other girl is into watersports, just say that. I don’t care,” she giggles, and Jimin immediately shakes his head.

“No, it’s not what you think—”

His words are cut short once again when your tiny voice calls out for him from the hallway. His eyes grow wider when Layla looks at him with a smirk.

“Ohh, she’s still here,” she points out. Her feet move faster than light across the living room, and Jimin has to jog to catch up with her. “I better go say hi.”

“Layla, just go to my bedroom. She’s just crashing here for tonight, and she’s not in the mood for—”

“Hello!” Layla walks right up to you with a huge smile and an extended hand, leaving him to stand behind her, looking like a deer in headlights. “I’m Layla. Jimin’s other girl. That dick is fire, isn’t it?”

Layla’s thumb points back at him as she speaks. The look on your face is enough to have Jimin intervening immediately.

“Layla, that’s enough. She’s a friend of mine, and you’re about to get your ass kicked out if you don’t leave her alone. Go to my room. I’ll be there in a minute,” he instructs, but she doesn’t budge.

Her long extensions flip swiftly as she whips her head in his direction.

“Jimin, can you go make us a drink or something while we have some girl talk?” she growls. “Why is she crying? Did you come fast or something?”

Jimin’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to respond, but no words come out.

“Why are you still standing here?” Layla asks again sharply.

He looks at you for clarity, and your red eyes silently tell him it’s okay. You also give him a small nod, prompting him to make his retreat to the kitchen.

“Layla, I’m trusting you,” he warns.

The woman scoffs. “Please, there’s no heartbreak I can’t cure. We’ll get her perked up in no time with some tequila.”

Jimin sure hopes she’s right; he never thought he’d ever say this, but you look horrible. Your body language tells the story of someone who could get no lower. He feels bad for not saying anything, but though Layla isn’t the best candidate for an empowerment speech, he feels as though she could deliver better than he can.

If anyone could convince you to let it go for one night, maybe it’s the minx herself. He knows alcohol isn’t a permanent solution, but it’ll at least make you feel good for a little while.

Jimin’s prepping a liquor, snacks, and chaser tray when you both enter the kitchen. He expects to see the same saddened expression across your face as before, but instead, a faint smile greets him as you sit on the bar stool.

“Can I have a shot right now, please?” you ask almost immediately, and his movements halt. He looks at Layla for answers, but she shrugs and sits beside you, requesting one for herself as well.

“Um…yeah, sure. Tequila good?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you sigh, propping your elbows on the counter and resting your chin on your hands. He pours you a shot glass full of Casamigos and continues grabbing things from his mini kitchen bar.

You throw it back graciously and hum as the alcohol tingles on your taste buds, blowing out air to cool the burning sensation it gives you. Layla takes hers after and wiggles her body as the liquid enters her system.

“Everything alright?” he checks, cutting up some limes. You nod before taking the bottle and pouring yourself another.

“Yeah, I’m done. I’m over it,” you respond, bringing the glass to your lips. You take your second dose of amber liquor and set the glass on the counter with a clink.

“Done, like…?”

Your eyes dart in his direction before they look at Layla, who’s busy digging in her purse. You turn back to him, moving your head side to side.

“However you define it, I guess,” is your reply. “I’m just going with the flow.”

“Matching her energy, huh?” Jimin proposes with a lifted eyebrow.

You smirk to yourself. “Some would say.”

“Well, I’m here for it.” Jimin grabs the liquor bottle and pours everyone another round. He raises his glass and says, “Tonight we’re going to celebrate…another free agent for me to—”

“Jimin, just drink the damn shot and sit the fuck down,” Layla chimes in, making you laugh.

He shakes his head at her sassiness. She knows she’s only getting away with it because it’s entertaining to you.

All three of you toast to whatever bullshit that flies out of his mouth. He’s too caught up in your bright smile again to register what he said. He’s glad you’re trying, but he already knows where this is going.

What’s fueling your positivity is scorn, bitterness, and a hunger for revenge. It isn’t a good combination, but he can’t bring himself to stop you. All he can promise is to keep you safe while you’re in the first stages of a messy breakup.

However, he’s got no idea where the night is about to lead you or the world of shit all three of you will be in once it’s over.

He grabs a paper towel, then a pen, and says, “Ay, before we get too drunk, we need to talk.”

Not knowing it’d do little to prepare him for the following series of events.

This is exactly what you needed.

A few shots and two pairs of smooth hands touching all over your body—caressing away all the stress and built-up tension of today.

If you close your eyes and allow yourself to drift away, maybe your problems disappear, and the faint presence of utopia will slowly creep into the horizon.

Sure, there’s a voice in your mind pleading for you to stop for a minute and think about this huge mistake you’re making. But ignoring it for once in your life feels good. You feel entitled to a good fuck up after everything that’s happened, or—just a good fuck.

You know it’s wrong. You know you should have packed your shit and gotten out of here the minute Layla showed up. But how could you?

How could you walk away when so much was going through your mind?

You're so lost, and you know that these two are your only outlet. You had already argued, cried your eyes out, and begged for a bit of trust and compassion from your partner. There’s nothing left for you other than not giving a damn anymore.

You were in so much pain that eventually, you just went numb. Call it shock or the early stages of heartbreak, but you need to feel something regardless of what it is. Anything other than what you’ve been feeling for the past five years.

The universe just took too long and sent you on too many trials for you to have taken another blow tonight. If you wanted the solace you craved, you had to reach out and take it.

You’re exhausted from doing everything to satisfy others. It’s about time you put your desires first while the opportunity sits beneath you. His eyes hazy and low, enjoying the warmth of your bare thighs pressed against his sides.

“Fuck, she’s purring and shit. I like that,” Jimin comments, mocking your sounds of pleasure. “So sexy. We should start calling her Kitty, huh?”

He smirks at you when Layla agrees.

Jimin’s hands wander all over your torso, and his eyes follow them without a blink, eager to get the tiniest glimpse of some skin.

Soft lips trace the shell of your, making you shiver and squirm in his lap, sparking an urge to grind your center against Jimin’s thighs. Tonight, there are no boundaries, so you don’t deny yourself anything you want, and the man below you appears to be supportive of your decision.

“Be careful,” Layla whispers in your ear. “You might make him come in his pants.”

Jimin laughs. “She’s not lying.”

Your head lolls back on her shoulder, opening your mouth to receive more of the vodka-infused whipped cream Jimin brought to the living room. The fluffy substance enters your mouth, and the sweet vanilla alcoholic taste tingles your taste buds.

She turns it to Jimin, who shakes his head.

“Tapping out already?” she asks him.

Never taking his eyes off you, he says, “You know mocha’s my favorite.”

Mumbling words you can’t even register due to the concentration you have put into grinding on Jimin’s lap, she switches cans and feeds him a mouthful of mocha-flavored cream. He consumes it in one gulp, producing a small moan and leaving a little bit behind on the side of his lip and cheek.

His thumb comes up to wipe it off, but you grab his wrist just in time and flatten your tongue against his skin in its place.

The closeness feels better than you expected, and your hands move to tangle in his messy hair, using the grip to pull yourself further onto his lap. He grabs your waist, not wanting to lose momentum, and buries his face within your bosom.

Jimin’s tongue scours over every inch of skin he can access, stimulating you more and more with the silver ball of his piercing. He chuckles because he knows you feel it.

“I can show you what all I can do with it if you want me to, Kitty,” he murmurs, his face nestled into the valley of your breasts.

“You should let him,” Layla chimes in. “He’s nasty as fuck.”

You agree with a hum. “I can believe it.”

Jimin smiles and moves his hands down your body to give your ass a squeeze. Your lips meet for a gentle kiss, exchanging the different flavors of alcohol you consumed before parting and delicately grazing the smooth textured ridges along the skin.

“So, you down?” he tries again.

The playlist switches to one of your favorite songs, momentarily taking you away. Your body moves on its own as your mind absorbs the sultry classic playing through the speakers. You feel Jimin’s fingers digging into your barely covered cheeks as he tries to create a little more friction between you.

Your crotches collide and roll against each other as he joins you in sinful movements that turn into the both of you chasing a carnal desire growing deep within you.

“I used to be scared of the dick. Now I throw lips to the shit,” you mumble the lyrics against his lips, earning a smile from him. He seems to be in awe of you behaving so wildly and carefree. Your hair in disarray, eyes glossed over with lust and the intoxicating glow of alcohol on your skin while you sway with the beat.

Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue’s in the pussy…

The chemistry between you grows, but your head is pulled back roughly by your hair before you can go too far with the agenda you and Jimin silently set.

“Answer him,” Layla’s voice travels through your ear, snapping you out of your trance.

You look between them as her neck cranes from beside you. You’ve already gone this far; you don’t know why they’d think you weren’t going to finish this.

Whatever Jimin’s plan is, you’d like to see it, but you don’t want them thinking the ball’s in their court. Tonight, you’re in charge, and they are the clueless players in your little game of get back.

“Sure,” you purr and grab them both by their shirts. You hear the soft whimper from Layla’s throat erupt and smirk at the reaction. She already has an idea of how this will go, and she’s right to trust her instinct. “But once you’re done….”

Your smile widens at Jimin’s perplexed expression, and you give him a wink.

“It’s my turn to play with him,” you say to Layla.

Her nude shaded lips curve into a smile.

“He’s all yours, Kitty. Slut him out.”

Layla wasn’t lying; Jimin is a freak.

He’s got you sprawled out on his kitchen island, naked from head to toe with tequila threatening to spill from your belly button with each tiny stroke of Layla’s fingertips. You giggle but keep your core tight, thanking all of your years of dancing for your ability to endure the torturous acts.

“Are you even tickling her?” Jimin whines to Layla, who gives him a shrug.

“She’s good,” she replies, still trying to get you to shake hard enough to spill the liquor so Jimin can win his little silly bet. If you spill it, you’re the bottom, and if you succeed, you take the lead.

You’re confident, so the bet doesn’t deter you at all. Layla wanted no parts in whatever this is; she submitted willingly, but you don’t give in easily…you don’t give in at all.

He’ll have to earn that position if he wants it.

“Forty seconds Jimin,” you remind him of his lack of time for chit-chat. He thinks hard for a moment, and Layla whispers something in his ear. He hops on the counter, and you figure she’s given him a different strategy to try.

He hovers over you and uses his lips to trace your bikini line. It’s enough to make your body shiver, but you remain as still as possible so that the liquor doesn’t spill. That’s a sensitive spot for you, so you half moan his name when his teeth slightly graze your skin.

“Jimin, wait—”

The timer goes off just in time, and the victory is yours to claim. You clap your hands triumphantly, chanting over Jimin’s grunts and groans.

“Ha-ha! I won. Yes!”

Jimin rolls his eyes and raises his head, unable to hold back his smile.

“Whatever, cheater,” he mumbles before slurping the golden liquor from your navel.

He chuckles when you squeak and tells Layla to give him another shot.

“Ohh, I found something she likes. Pour us another shot, sweetheart.”

They both take turns drinking from your body, making you squirm and giggle. Not an inch of your body is left unscathed by their greedy tongues by the time they’re done. You sit up when the moment presents itself and motion for Jimin to come closer with your finger.

“I haven’t forgotten,” you remind him, and he nods with a grin. “Get on the fucking table.”

You switch positions, so now Jimin is the one on his back. You look at Layla and ask her to take off his pants while you grab the can of Whipped Shots from the counter.

“Take your shirt off, if you aren’t shy.” You both give each other a smirk and Jimin proceeds to pull the fabric over his head.

“You can take the underwear too, babe. I’m not shy at all,” he tells Layla. She hums and slides down his boxers too, revealing a semi hard cock that’s thick and lengthy.

Your mouth salivates but you'll wait for your turn when it’s fully prepared. Instead, you instruct Layla to get it ready for you.

“Suck his dick and make his toes curl, okay?”

She nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without another word, she gets to work and so do you. Starting a dotted trail of whipped cream up the center of his abdomen, you pause at his chest to touch the horseshoe shaped piercing on his left nipple.

“See something you like, Kitty?” Jimin muses.

“This is cute.” You toy with it for a moment before squirting some of the cold white fluffiness over his areola. You do the same to the other with a wink. “Can’t forget about this one, huh?”

Setting the can aside, you immediately begin to devour the whipped cream from his torso. You pause here and there to admire the large, gray-shaded Phoenix that covers his entire right side from his pelvis to his chest.

It’s as hot as the spiritual quote crawling down his spine. You want to explore his artwork but there isn’t time for that now.

You tongue swirls around his pierced nipple, licking him clean of the sticky mess you’ve created. You hear a hiss when your teeth gently nibble on the metal impaled flesh before sucking it between your lips.

“Fuck.” Jimin’s sharp whispers cut through the sounds of slurping and smacking, bringing your attention to the woman kneeling between his legs.

Layla gives the tip of his cock small kitten licks and she collects a generous amount of precum on her taste buds. She uses it for lubrication as she lowers her head and begins to take him within the depths of her warm mouth.

Jimin’s teeth clench to bite back his moan but you’re already in his ear, finger swirling around his stiffened nipple, encouraging him to let it out.

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” He nods his head, making you grin and look down at the rise and fall of his chest. His hands are in fists and his abs tense and contort with pleasure. His watery eyes stare back at you begging for more to increase his pleasure. “If you want more you have to ask nicely, baby.”

Your head drops to the crook of his neck where you begin to claim areas of his already reddened flesh. You grab his hair to pull his head away from you, granting you more access to his jawline and his clavicle. His plush lips form an O-shape and he freezes as he tries to get words out.

“G–God, I knew you’d make me suffer,” he groans. “But I’m not too proud to beg.”

You chuckle and reluctantly abandon his soft skin to make your way back down his body. His back arches as you get to his midsection and leave more of your marks over his chiseled abs. He doesn’t know what to focus on, the attention you’re giving to his body or the head he’s getting from Layla.

Once you reach his pelvis area, you and her lock eyes as she’s going down on him. Something takes over you when you see her technique and you snap without warning.

You snatch her up by her ponytail, surprising her momentarily in her lustful state.

“Is that how you suck dick?” you ask, gripping her strands. “Hm?”

“No, ma’am.”

You scoff. “So, why are you acting like a scared little bitch? Look at this pretty fucking cock.”

You order her to stare at Jimin’s length as it sits proud and at attention, using your grip to hover her lips directly over it. Your other hand holds it firmly and starts to move up and down absentmindedly as he moans and curses from your touch.

“You mean to tell me that you aren’t willing to choke on this?...this thick, juicy cock?” you ask her, and she nods.

“I am. I want to,” she responds but she’s going to have to prove it.

“Well, I don’t believe it.” You guide her closer until her lips meet the tip and his seeping seed touches her skin. “Open your mouth and eat that dick up. I know you can do better than that.”

She opens and allows you to push her head down on Jimin’s cock, breathing through her nose like you’re telling her. She gags around him when he reaches the back of her throat but doesn’t tap out; she wants to keep going and show you what she’s made of.

“That’s it. Make him blow his load in that pretty mouth, don’t be shy,” you purr in her ear.

You allow her to come up for air but it’s right back to work when she’s good. Your strength allows you to move her head up and down at your pace. The grip on her hair keeps her in your grasp.

Her spit drips all over his shaft, making it wet and messy, creating the filthiest sounds you could ever hear. You busy yourself with littering Jimin’s lower abdomen with your endless love bites, making him buck off the counter into Layla’s warm mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Jimin all but yells and your head snaps in his direction.

“You like that, huh?” You speed up her movements and she begins to moan and rub her thighs together. You let her know that it’s okay to play with her pussy since she’s been an absolute doll for you and Jimin can barely keep himself together at the sight before him. “You love some messy head by a pretty bitch, don’t you?”

He nods frantically. “Yes, fuck!”

“You want her to swallow you up until you come down her tight little throat, huh?” you ask him and once again he agrees.

“Please, I’m so fucking close,” he begs, and you let out a cackle.

While you halt Layla’s movements, you pretend to ponder, but keep her lips over his pulsing tip as she suckles on it while she gives you her attention.

“What do you think about that, baby?” you quiz, smoothing her messy hair back and out of her way. “Can Jimin fill you up with his yummy cum?”

She hums around him, sending vibrations down his length and making him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to hold his orgasm. You smirk at their reactions.

“And you’ll swallow it all?”

“Mhm,” she replies.

“Just like a little slut, huh?” You look at Jimin and wink. “A nasty little bitch, isn’t she?”

“She’s never done it like this before, Kitty,” he grunts, clenching his teeth. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

You laugh at that.

“Oh, I know what it is…” You look down at Layla and shake your head. “She just needed a little…guidance.”

“Kitty, am I going to have to beg?” Jimin asks suddenly, making you giggle.

“Not right now,” you answer. “Let Jimin fill you up, babe.”

Jimin wastes no time after getting permission and ploys himself into Layla’s throat, feeding her his cum and making her gag around his dick. You take it out of her mouth and slap it all over her face, smearing his arousal and spit cover length over her makeup.

Her body starts to tremble, and you realize she’s chasing her high without your approval, making you mildly displeased with her behavior.

You snatch her up quickly, drawing a shriek from her lips.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to come. Did I, Layla?”

She shakes her head best she can with the tight grip applied to her sewn in strands.

“No, ma’am. You didn’t,” she answers.

You tsk. “But you did it anyway?...Bad, bad girl.”

Your other hand moves between her thigh, delivering four quick slaps to her sensitive clit. She winces as her legs tremble, threatening to fail her at any second.

“Take your clothes off and sit on Jimin’s face… Let him clean you up,” you mumble.

While she disrobes, you straddle Jimin’s thighs in a squatting position, spreading wide so he can see your wet pussy. His lust drunk eyes can’t look away as you start running your fingers up and down, parting your glistening folds.

“Fuck, you look hot. Can I touch myself too?” he asks, and you grant him permission.

“Not too fast. I need you to last a little bit longer this time,” you explain.

Jimin hisses once his hand wraps around his cock and he bites his lip to cope with the sensitivity. He makes slow languid strokes at the same pace as you, looking at the site of you pleasuring yourself in awe.

Only when Layla appears do you both realize you’ve been staring for too long and instantly bring your attention to anything but each other so you don’t get too caught up.

“What are you waiting for?” you quiz, and she springs into action. She hovers over him with her rear facing you like you asked and lowers herself on Jimin’s soft lips.

“Oh, shit. Jimin…”

Jimin immediately latches on to her throbbing bundle of nerves. He uses the hand not occupying his hardening cock to hold her in place. Eventually, locking her in with his strong arm.

After a few minutes, you shift gears, dropping to your knees so you can have a seat on his torso. Before you drop completely, you slide his hand from beneath you so he can use that arm to restrain Layla and you place the girth of his shaft in the palm of your hand.

You run your finger over his slit and swirl his precum over the head. You can feel him pulsing in your hand; he’s hot to the touch and eager to feel whatever is yet to come.

Layla’s moaning becomes louder, indicating she’s slipping further out of sensitivity and closer to the pleasure she seeks. You join the chase and gently drop yourself on Jimin’s stomach, wanting to feel some friction against your leaking core.

Using the slopes of his abs, you glide across the expanse of his tummy, clenching each time he flexes beneath you.

Once Jimin’s dick is hard enough to stand on its own, your hand abandons it and your attention shifts to Layla. You grab her hair and her head snaps backward, creating a defined arch in the center of her back.

“Why are you acting so shy now, hm?... Rub that pretty pussy in his face, girl,” you chuckle in her ear.

“But…Oh, fuck!”

“Still sensitive?”

You reach in front of her, pinching her clit. She nods her head as if you’d give her any sympathy but all you do is slap her tit and instruct her to keep going. “It's too bad I don’t care... Get to work, slut.”

Layla squeezes her eyes shut and tries her best to deal with the sensitivity. Your hand slides up her chest and wraps around her throat so you can tighten your digits around her neck, keeping her close to you so you can touch and grope as you please. Her eyes begin to open and roll back when she gets used to the feeling between her thighs.

Jimin’s cock taps your ass as you slide back and forth, reminding you of his needs, so you raise your hips and guide yourself over the thick and seeping head. Your wetness allows you to descend easily and your moans immediately begin to fill Layla’s ear.

“This dick is good. I see why you’re so crazy about him,” you mention, already bouncing on his throbbing shaft. His girth stretches you and fills you to the brim, giving you the fullness you’ve been craving since he whipped it out of his pants.

You can hear his cries of pleasure as he murmurs them against Layla’s cunt and her body shudders from the vibrations traveling to her core.

Both of you ride Jimin like he’s his fancy Ferrari parked outside, having your way with his body as he lies there in bliss below you.

Caught in the moment, you can’t help but admire the softness of Layla’s ass and your palm kneads the flesh.

As the pace quickens, your touch becomes rougher and you encourage her to move faster by slapping the delicate skin until it’s tender and red. The noises she makes tell you that she’s enjoying the feeling and you can’t stop yourself from teasing and taunting her with more.

“You’re freaky too, huh?... What else would you let me do, hm?”

Your middle finger slips between her globes and travels to her rim, making her eyes snap open. “Fuck,” she cries, and you smirk because you know it’s her weakness.

“Such a nasty girl, wanting my fingers buried in her ass. Aren’t you ashamed?” you giggle innocently, but your intentions are anything but.

“Please…”

“Please what, sweetie? Tell me. Jimin isn’t enough for you tonight? You want my fingers, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admits, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. “I need—”

“You need me?... That isn’t a surprise,” you chuckle, finger circling her quivering hole until she’s attempting to push herself back on it. “But unfortunately, I’m all booked for tonight.”

The denial leaves her feelings hurt and disappointed, but you aren’t evil. You’ll let her reach her high one more time, but she’ll have to do it herself.

“Go play with yourself over there and let me show you how to be a whore.”

Layla freezes as your limbs unravel from around her and Jimin seems caught off guard too. However, Layla still obeys and does as she’s told.

“W-Wait. Hold on,” Jimin stammers. “What’s happening?”

He tries to sit up, but you push him back down gently with your palm, pinning him there so you can continue to ride him.

“You don’t get both right now. It’s her…” You point at the woman shifting on the bar stool spreading her legs so you and Jimin can watch her rub her cunt until she comes. “Or me.”

You clench around him purposely and his answer appears out of nowhere.

“Uhh, sorry Layla. Next round, okay?” However, she’s too caught up shoving her fingers in her pussy to reply.

You plant your feet on the cold surface of the counter and proceed to enjoy yourself with Jimin’s cock. Your tits bounce freely with your movements.

Jimin’s eyes don’t know where to look. They switch between staring at your tits and how your pussy is taking in his dick, orbs glistening in the bright kitchen light.

“Fuck, Kitty,” he moans, voice dripping with lust. “You’re so wet, so tight. I don’t think I can last much longer.”

You shake your head as you conjure up your words. “Me either. It feels so good.”

“What, this?”

He thrusts into you from below, nearly knocking you off your feet. You place your hands behind you on the counter to keep yourself up and allow Jimin to fuck you in this position.

“Jimin, I’m—”

“Coming, Kitty!”

Jimin beats you to the punch and you swiftly get off of him and replace his cock with your fingers. Still squatting over him, your digits work until you draw an intense orgasm out of yourself, sending your juices squirting out on Jimin’s stomach.

His cock dispenses loads of his seed, mixing with your arousal and coating his abs. You hear Layla’s sounds of pleasure as well, indicating she’s also reached her peak and allowed her orgasm to burst through the seams.

You tell her to join you on the counter again, so you can lick the mess off Jimin’s body.

“Girls, you don’t have to—”

“Hush!” Layla tells him and he shuts up immediately.

You grab her phone and you both take turns filming each other cleaning and taking more shots from Jimin’s belly.

He lays there smirking, feeling like a king in the hands of two beautiful women.

“Fuck, both of you are hot,” he comments. “I’m spent.”

“You’re done?” you ask him with a puzzled face.

Jimin laughs hesitantly. “You want another round?”

You and Layla look at each other and then back at him.

“I mean…you can go to bed if you want,” she suggests and Jimin sits up immediately.

“Nope. I’m good, I’ve let you both run this show for too long…Who’s first for backshot?”

All of you hop off the counter and make your way to his room.

“Um, that would be me,” you speak up with a raised hand.

When you approach the bedroom door, you turn to Layla and whisper drunken words to her.

“I hope you’re having fun because I sure am.”

When morning arrived, so did the pounding and intense headache that you could barely stand. With shaky legs you made your way to Jimin’s living room, where your mind began to replay the blurry events from last night.

The longer you sit on his couch, face buried in your palms, the clearer it all becomes, and regret slowly creeps up from the box you figuratively stuff it in. So does your shame and rational thinking.

You didn’t just fuck up. You fucked it all up.

You embarked on a downward spiral that led you to the only destination that route can take you.

Revenge is sweet but the crash that follows isn’t worth the temptation. You wish that you’d taken that into consideration last night.

Your phone pings and pings with hundreds of messages—from her, social media, your boss. Everyone’s seen them and has had their say by the time you’re aware of their existence. The lump in your throat swells with each comment you read.

What was meant to be your little moment of selfishly claimed happiness, was taken and flipped to make you out to be a monster. A low down, cheating girlfriend who craves attention from men when she’s supposed to be in a committed relationship with a woman.

The caption reads, “Did she ever love me?”

Sad part about that is, you did. You gave her so much love until the tank ran empty. All that was left was the small amount of self-love you had remaining. Last night you had a choice—give it to her or keep it for yourself.

And so, for the first time in a long time you did what you wanted to do. Unfortunately for you, it came with many consequences.

You won’t feel bad about it, though. You’re sure no one else does. Only a small part of you wonders why the universe can be so cruel. How is it that this person can put you through so much and get away with it but the moment you break the rules punishment is waiting around the corner.

By now, you’ve given up on what’s right or what is wrong. Both sides haven’t been kind to you, so you figure there’s no point in trying to differentiate the two. You'll be fine if you can just get through the rest of your life without another shitty relationship.

So lost in thought, you almost forget where you are.

Jimin’s fuzzy slippers drag across the floor as he appears from the hallway. You part your fingers slightly to take a peek and find him wearing nothing but a robe and his boxers, abs littered with the trail of dark blooms as evidence of last night’s festivities.

He mentions something about Layla being gone already and comes into the living room to join you. You don’t say a word until he speaks.

“So,” he plops down on the couch beside you, blowing out a puff of air as he does, “how’s it going?”

Pulling away from your hands, you turn in his direction to look at him.

“I lost my mind, my girlfriend, and my job in one night. What about you?”

Jimin huffs a fake laugh briefly before answering.

“Aw, it can’t be that bad, huh?”

Both of you stare at each other for a moment before he finally realizes you aren’t joking.

“Oh, shit,” is what he replies when it all dawns upon him. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

You grab your phone and open your Instagram app, clicking on the user’s story from the previous night. You hand it over to Jimin who immediately recognizes the trio and looks on with wide eyes.

“I’m ruined,” you comment.

Jimin finally tears his eyes away after some minutes and looks at you.

“Why is it still up? You should just delete it,” he suggests.

“That isn’t on my account, Jimin.”

“Well, it mentioned something about a breakup, so I assumed…” His face is etched with confusion as he takes another look at the profile. His brows gradually raise at the hundreds of photos posted by a familiar face.

“Layla?” he calls out, mostly to himself.

You hum as you straighten your posture. Jimin is still utterly lost but that isn’t a surprise.

“Why would she...Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll call her right now. I don’t know why she would do that. She’s not like that,” he tries to assure you, but you already know better.

“Because she’s a bitch and she’s definitely like that. She’s been planning this,” you inform, and you can see the wheels in his head turning, trying to search for the missing piece he’s sure is there.

“Babe, I’m still swimming in tequila, can you please fill me in. Why does my Friday night care about what you and your girl have going on?”

He cards a hand through his hair and lies back on the couch as if that’ll make the throbbing in his head disappear. However, your next statement is sure to leave it spinning.

“Because your Friday night is my girl, smartass.”

Jimin jolts up faster than you’ve ever seen anyone move.

“You’re lying. Tell me you’re fucking kidding,” he begs, fists full of his strands.

You snatch your phone from his lap and switch from Instagram to your photos. You allow him to see everything, pictures, videos, nudes…your private sex tapes. As much of your five-year long relationship he can absorb before he’s had enough.

Jimin stares ahead, unsure of what to say. You know the look of regret when you see it, so you save him the challenge of issuing the proper apology. You understand that sometimes remorse is hard to put in words.

“It’s okay, Jimin. You’re good. You didn’t know,” you tell him, rubbing his back with soothing circles. You feel horrible because he was dragged into this by the both of you.

Layla thought she was getting even by sleeping with him despite hating his guts and all you wanted to do was use him as a pawn. He didn’t deserve any of that and it’s probably why your plan backfired.

Jimin’s such a good person. You and Layla never deserved to have him enter your lives.

“So, let me get this straight because this is the only logical, if I can even say that, explanation I have for this.” He turns to you, and you have enough respect for him to look him in the eyes while he speaks.

“Layla is your girlfriend?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“And she threw herself at me a few weeks ago so she could fuck me to get back at you, who she thought was fucking me?”

Once again, you nod your head.

“Mhm.”

His brows knit together as he pieces together the rest and when he does, he continues.

“And last night when she came here you didn’t leave because you wanted to get her back?” he questions, and you agree. “So, you just used me to teach her a lesson?”

“Jimin, I’m sorry—”

“That’s so fucking hot,” he commends, catching you off guard.

You blink and look around the room as if he could be speaking to someone else. “What?”

“I underestimated you. I mean…you’re like a silent assassin or some shit. That was insane.”

Jimin goes on and on about how impressed he is and how Layla got what she deserved and it kind of cheers you up a bit. You’re grateful for his sportsmanship and his support. However, when the moment fades and silence falls the reality sets in. You realize that everything is not all good.

“Yeah, I’m still out of a job, though. That club’s pretty strict, we can’t have sex tapes going around. According to our manager, it ‘takes away our value’ or whatever…”

Jimin hums but doesn’t say anything. However, you know there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m not going to be your sugar baby, Jimin. So before you go there—”

“I wasn’t going to…! I swear!” he promises, holding up his hands. “I did have a proposition, though?”

“Dude, I literally just got dumped, exposed, and fired. I know that look. I swear if it’s wild I’ll punch you,” you threaten him.

“Alright, I get it. No violence, woman.” He laughs but then his expression turns serious. “You’re a great actress, you know that?”

“How else would I make money?” you quip.

“But it’s not good to bury those emotions. Eventually they’ll bubble to the surface,” he continues.

You frown. “What are you hinting at, Jimin?”

“Would it be safe to say that you’re my friend?” he asks you.

He’s your only friend. You don’t know why it wouldn’t be safe.

“Yeah, of course.”

Jimin hums as he ponders over his words. “And friends…help each other?”

“They do,” you sigh.

“Well, what if you helped me? Would you let me help you–ow!”

“Jimin, I told you—”

“I was just going to offer you a job at another spot I’m opening,” he whines, clutching the arm you jabbed.

Oh.

“Well, you were beating around the bush.” Your arms fold but eventually your hand reaches out to caress his arm. You barely touched him, but he acts as if you’ve broken a bone.

“What is it? Another nightclub?”

He nods. “Yeah, but I’d like to have bottle girls and other entertainment. There will be bouncers and security but if something were to go down, I think they’d feel more comfortable giving a statement to another woman instead of huge scary guys, you know?”

That is true. At the Penthouse, you’d have to tell bouncers or your male manager how some creep tried to touch you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to other than your equally gross manager and the cold bouncers who were just there for their checks.

“So, you want that person to be me?” you ask him.

“Yeah. There will be other job duties, of course. That’ll keep you busy throughout the week, but it won’t be too stressful and I’m always here to help.”

He stares at you with puppy eyes, trying to charm you and you can’t help but smile as you look away.

“So, what do you say?”

“Jimin, I would. I really would because I need the money. I don’t have a car, or a home now that I’ve been kicked out,” you admit with a small scoff. “I need those things before even considering accepting a job.”

However, Jimin is a quick thinker and isn’t letting up so easily.

“Then rent this place.” He gestures around to his current home before shrugging his shoulders. “I haven’t put it on the market yet.”

“I can’t afford this place—”

“You can at the rate I’m going to pay you. My businesses are picking up, babe. I need help. I need people. Hustlers, like you.” The more Jimin runs his mouth, the more convinced you become. He’s definitely a businessman because he makes everything sound promising. “Besides, I know another way we both can profit off of this…scandal. And the only way we can pull it off is if we keep in touch.”

You look over at him with squinted eyes.

“You’re the devil on my shoulder,” you tell him.

“An angel, actually.”

“Same thing,” you retort.

Eventually, the banter ends with a long sigh, and he finally lays it all on the table.

“Give me an hour to call my attorney. I’ll ask him to type up a contract and we can negotiate on what stays and what goes. If we can agree on the terms, we sign it and go from there,” he states.

“Why do I feel like there is more to this than becoming your tenant and working at your club? What are you up to?”

Jimin smirks, slinging his arm over the couch behind your head. He leans closer and whispers in your ear as if he’s telling his biggest secret. What he begins to tell you is wild, unbelievable, but surprisingly one of the best ideas you’ve heard.

“Ever heard of OnlyFans?” he asks you.

Two years later...

The clinking plates and silverware are the only thing you can focus on in the dimly lit restaurant. You’ve always hated public places, so becoming a stripper is still something you cannot believe you pulled off.

12: 23 PM Jimin: you good? i’m right outside if you need me.

Nervousness resided within you early on while you were waiting alone. The anxiety fade when the same woman you looked in the eyes nearly two years ago sits across from you.

You realize she’s the same as before; nothing has really changed but her appearance. Her eyes still hold no remorse for what she did. She only regrets how she wasn’t able to have the upper hand in the end.

Her jealousy and selfishness still linger in her aura, and you’re reminded of what drove you away. You aren’t just good. You’re great.

“Hi,” she says as soon as she’s situated in the booth.

“Hi, Layla,” you respond, setting your phone on the table before taking a sip of water. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine. What do you want?”

You aren’t fazed by the rudeness in her tone. You glance at her as you dig in your purse. You pull out the velvet box and set it between you, confusing your ex-girlfriend with its appearance.

“And what is that?” she asks bluntly, not even reaching out for it.

You look at the box and then back at her. “Open it.”

She grabs it on your command and lifts the top, eyes displaying a small glint when the diamond-encrusted ring appears. You shake your head at the scowl she gives you.

“I’m not about to clear up any rumors about those videos. You can save the bribery. I can’t be bought like you,” she spits out.

It doesn’t create the sting she was hoping for. It only makes you chuckle at her bitterness.

“You did nothing but make my life easier. Why would I ask you to reverse it? You think I care how people feel about my career?”

She scoffs at the mention of your “career,” but you ignore her and continue.

“I just wanted to give you that because it’s yours. I have no use for it.”

“And what would I do with it? I don’t want it,” she argues.

“I don’t care what you do with it. Pawn it, throw it away…doesn’t matter. All I know is that I bought it for you, so it’s yours.”

Layla drops the small box on the table and leans closer to you, narrowing her eyes as if you’ve actually done her something.

“Why would I want anything you bought with money you earned while laying on your back?” she grits.

Your head shakes from side to side slowly, thinking about how she still doesn’t see how much you cared after everything.

“You know I tried with you, Layla. I gave you my all.” You shoot Jimin a quick text, letting him know you’ll be outside in a minute before finishing. “I bought you that ring nearly two years ago in the pouring fucking rain. I worked my ass off for it and still barely had enough.”

The thick tears finally begin to pour, and your mind travels back to what Jimin told you about burying your emotions. You never doubted that they’d force their way out. You just didn’t know when.

“I earned it by cleaning that nasty strip club floor every night after work because I knew you hated stripper money. I wanted your ring. Your engagement ring…to be special, something you could be proud of.”

Her features remain hardened, but you, of all people, know it’s a mask. She was broken long before your relationship ended, and instead of allowing you in to help her, she pushed you away.

“Imagine how I felt passing the restaurant you worked at and not seeing your car after you told me you couldn’t pick me up because you were working late. Or seeing you stroll inside the man’s house you accused me of cheating on you with not to confront me but to admit to me that you’re fucking him behind my back,” you continue.

You don’t even care about the few pairs of eyes on you. This needs to be said so you can move on.

“Or imagine, waking up to an internet full of people telling you that you’re the bad guy because you were tired of doing right by someone who never appreciated you. That’s how I hit rock bottom, Layla. And you were nowhere to be found.”

“You never needed me,” she comments.

“No, I didn’t!” Your fist slams on the table, rattling it and startling some guests. “But I wanted you, and I wanted you to love me like I loved you.”

Her expression finally loses its tension, and her features begin to droop. She stares blankly into space, allowing the air to settle around you.

“You weren’t fucking him, were you?” her small voice asks.

You give her a pitiful look. You can’t help but feel bad for her because, just like you, she hasn’t had it easy. However, you never lost sight of being a good person like her, which was her biggest downfall.

A warm feeling creeps up your body as you dry your eyes with a small napkin, thinking of the man she just mentioned. “I am now,” you confirm.

Slinging your purse on your shoulder, you place a hundred dollar bill in the center of the table.

“You’re leaving?” she asks, and you let her know you have to prepare for a baecation with Jimin. She looks shocked by your statement. “So, you and Jimin…your relationship isn’t fake?”

You get up from your seat and give her a pat on her shoulder before you depart.

“Layla,” you sigh. “I think you should stop jumping to conclusions so much, babe.”

“I’m sorry,” she admits, and all you can do is offer a sympathetic smile.

“Use that ho money and order you some lunch. And take that ring so you can pay those legal fees for not making rent after you kicked me out,” you say to her and proceed to walk away.

However, you almost forget about the apology she’d given you and turn around to tell her one more thing.

“Also, here’s to your apology. Don’t choke on it like you were choking on Jimin’s dick,” you shout, giving her the finger.

You find Jimin waiting at the door, trying to persuade security not to escort you out. He looks at you with wide eyes when you approach him.

“Are you crazy?” he laughs nervously, silently praying that he isn’t banned from his favorite restaurant.

“A little bit. But I always wanted to do that,” you giggle as his arm slips around your waist to move you to the other side of him.

“Are you okay?”

You answer with a nod and begin to walk with him down the street to the parking garage, getting all those “cute couple” stares from random people.

Becoming a fake couple just to sell content on OnlyFans is something you never imagined doing. Still, Jimin and his persuasiveness wore you down. However, it proved to be one of the best decisions you ever made. Subscribers sometimes pay just to watch you make Jimin dinner.

All you have to do is show him affection and love while you’re doing it. These days, however. No acting is required. Fake dating was fun while it was fresh, but being Jimin’s actual girlfriend is much better.

Small conversations continue as you step onto the garage’s elevator. No one is around to hop on with you, so Jimin closes the door and punches floor seven with his knuckle. Not even three seconds go by before the lights flicker, and it stops, indicating some sort of malfunction or outage.

Jimin’s short temper gets the best of him only moments after, and he grabs his hair with a slight bit of frustration.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jimin states while he looks around as if the answers lie within the walls. However, he finds nothing to determine the cause.

“Didn’t I say let’s take the stairs?” You chuckle, watching him pace back and forth.

He looks at you like you’ve just cursed him.

“I wasn’t about to climb the stairs in these,” he cries, pointing at his shoes.

Your eyes roll.

“Jimin, you’re wearing Crocs.”

“That’s the point! They aren’t made for climbing stairs,” he explains with a high-pitched voice.

“You’re being dramatic,” you sing.

“And you’re being mean.”

His fake pouting amuses you as he walks over to the call buttons, pressing random floor numbers to see if anything will happen. He finally gives up when it proves to be no avail and goes for the emergency call button.

“Wait!” You stop him just as his finger hovers over it, and he pauses momentarily to turn around and answer you.

He hums, eyebrow lifting with interest because the growing smirk is evident on your face.

“We aren’t in a rush, are we?”

Jimin shrugs. “Not really, I guess.”

He returns to his place in front of you and folds his arms over his chest.

“I thought you wanted to play around before work, though. We probably won’t have time now—”

“Let’s do it here,” you suggest. Jimin’s widened eyes make you giggle. “If you’re down with it. I know we’ve never done it in public before.”

Suddenly, you begin to feel shy, and you try to retract your idea.

“Or maybe we can just do it another time.…”

You look away, but the tip of his finger turns your head gently, shifting your focus back to him. He greets you with a devilish grin and sinful eyes, mischief swirling within the depths of his brown orbs.

“So, you wanna fuck right here?... On an elevator?”

You answer him with a nod, and he scoffs a laugh. “We could get caught,” he mentions.

“I don’t care. I’ve been horny since this morning,” you inform him.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I was waiting for the right moment.” You pull him closer, blocking his hands as they try to reach out and grab your waist and then bring yours to his shoulders in the same motion.

“And which moment is that?” he questions, upset because he’s not permitted to touch you.

Your smile widens. “This one.”

Using the wall behind you for extra support, you lift your leg and slowly get into a heel stretch position, replacing the hand that was resting on his shoulder with your calf and ankle. Your hand brings his face closer so your foreheads touch. You can smell the minty freshness of his gum and the faint scent of his cologne within the close proximity.

You breathe him in blissfully as you speak. “And I’m not wearing panties.”

Jimin grips onto the railing a little harder after hearing this information.

“So I can just whip it out and.…”

“Fuck me right here,” you finish.

His hand finds his zipper instantly and drags it down. He reaches inside and pulls out his stiffened shaft, stroking it a few times before he inches closer to your cunt.

“We should probably film this… For later.” You wink.

He quickly grabs his phone from his back pocket and searches for the camera. You hold onto your own leg while he makes a hasty dash to place it on the floor beneath you—front-facing activated and already recording.

You look down and notice that it has a clear view of where your bodies will meet, making you excited to view and edit it later. You may even decide to keep this one for yourself instead of uploading it.

Jimin sighs through his nose while he spreads your folds with the head of his cock, running up and down your slit to both stimulate you and coat his length with your juices.

You gasp when he slides into you, and a hand comes over your mouth quickly, a finger to his lip silently instructing you to keep your voice down. After you nod your head, he removes his hand and places it on your calf, wrapping his ring-clad fingers around your leg to keep it where it needs to be.

You only succeed in staying quiet for a few seconds, so Jimin has to kiss your lips so he can conceal your desperate moans. Despite all the noise you’re making, he makes no effort to switch up the pace and continues to fuck you without holding back. The entire elevator rocks with each powerful thrust due to him slamming into you so violently.

Your ass slaps against the cold metal railing but does nothing for the scorching heat radiating from your skin. Soon even Jimin’s thick plush lips aren’t enough to keep your cries of pleasure from escaping, and he has to bring his hand to your mouth again.

“Be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispers, but there’s no way you can when the pleasure is so intense.

Sweat begins to form on your body, and the small space becomes stuffy and humid. Chatter from the outside only heightens the thrill of being in here so exposed and open for anyone to see. Your nails dig into Jimin’s shoulder to stop yourself from floating away in your euphoric state.

“I’m trying,” you mumble into his palm, shrieking and sobbing as tears roll down your cheeks. “It’s so good. Jimin, I—”

“I know, sweetheart. I know. It’s okay,” he coos.

Jimin shushes you as you’re trying to get your words out and lodges himself deep into your womb while he speaks to you.

“I wish you knew how good this pussy feels,” he moans, snapping his hips in an upward motion to repeatedly bury himself in your guts. “I can’t believe this is all mine.”

“Jimin…” you cry out his name, attempting to warn him about the pressure building inside you, but the words get caught in your throat. Fortunately, he knows your body well enough to sense when you are close.

“Do it. Come on my dick, Kitty.”

Your body reacts on his command, and your orgasm ripples through your body. Jimin keeps you up with his strength because the one foot planted on the ground is matched with a shaky leg.

Moments after your intense wave of pleasure, Jimin removes his cock and shoots his cum all over your pussy. Your name leaves his lips as the thick ropes of his seed squirt out on your skin. Your bodies slump over each other, and heavy breathing fills the elevator.

After you’ve calmed, Jimin retrieves the phone, so he can zoom in on his cum covering your center. He smears it with his fingers and chuckles while he records.

“So pretty, and all mine.”

Banging interrupts your post-orgasmic moment, and a man’s voice erupts from the other side of the door.

“Open up, you heathens! We have places to be!”

Jimin’s eyes find your face immediately.

“You knew we were stuck on the first floor, didn’t you?”

You shrug. “Maybe…”

You bite his earlobe and whisper, “Why? Wanna punish me later?”

And you already know for a fact that he does.

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Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Pairings: College Professor!Jimin x Student!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Sexual content, foul language, 18+ Confessions, vaginal fingering, (f.) masturbation, voyeurism, dom!Jimin, exabitionist themes, protective!Jimin. MENTIONS OF UNDERAGE RELATIONSHIPS.

Don't do that, yall. Ew.

Summary: You had asked your Psych professor for his signature in signing off your volunteer hours. Only a few weeks later, you two are caught at the same club.

Strip club to be exact.

Where you work, to be exact.

A/n: It's cheesy and late, but it's MINE. and I love these two.

And yes my baby fever peeped through at the end but we won't talk about that- 0_0

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Find part 1 - here

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“Okay..” You take in a deep breath, eyes flashing back and forth between the two options set out for you. Your hands graze over the black, a-line dress, watching as its silky fabric slips between your fingers. The material reminded you of a beautiful ocean.

But that’s not the reason you bought it.

It was half off at a thrift store.

Well, because the fabrics were half off as well.

Safe to say that the dress was in shambles. Actually, it took more money to repair it than just buying a new one.

But you loved that dress.

So, you kept working at it.

Stitching every seam, heming every end, and flattening each piece until it had been perfected.

Soon, you had the most beautifully hand-stitched (halfway) A-line dress to call your own. You’d used a little bit more saved money to really make the piece pop.

You chuckle at the irony, throwing the other dress back into your closet. “Why am I even debating this?”

Your arms slip through the sleeves, watching as the glittery clear sleeves hug your forearms beautifully. The sweetheart neckline dropped to your shoulders, giving more hints to your prominent features rather than to conceal them in heaps of cloth.

Of course, black was a little too…

“Ugh, basic.” You groan, throwing the dress into the hamper near your chair. Your eyes scan your messy dorm, looking for anything that could be more appropriate. After a few minutes of looking, shoving and -quite frankly, a few breakdowns- you’d finally seen the perfect outfit.

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Music calmly strings in the background, as overly-dressed students and faculty members had flooded the large ballroom. Well, it wasn’t a ballroom to be exact.

But it felt like something you’d see in a Disney movie, that’s for sure.

You inhale quickly, before taking the ticket from the handler. You flash a quick smile before making your way through the crowd. Your eyes landed upon what had seemed like millions of name brands. Some Armani suits, Gucci ties and loafers, Louis Vuitton bags, and some names that looked too expensive to even try and pronounce.

Your Walmart purchased cheap heels clack against the marbled floors, trying to make your way through the large crowds of the Rockefellers.

You’re just about through the swarm of rich bees before your body crashes into a tall figure. You groan, picking yourself off the floor, taking a glance up. Her powered and proper face had been oozing with anger and mascara.

“Are you kidding me right now!?” Her hands swipes out to examine her dress. The purple and deep-cut mermaid figure had been ruined by a huge, red wine stain in the front. You quickly stand, bowing deeply, muttering millions of apologies.

“I-I’m so sorry, ma’am-” She laughs out, a malicious look plastered on her Botoxed features. “You’re s-s-sorry?” Her laugh is high-pitched and loud. The commotion had called over a few other viewers to watch the scene. Your hands come to wipe your own dress, thankful that not much had spilled on it.

“This was Dolce and Gabbana, you little shit! How are you gonna pay for it, huh?”

Her voice sends shivers down your spine. Once you’re finally off the floor, you take a look at the mess.

“It’s a dark dress…I’m sure you could just take a sharpie and-” Her banshee-like screech attracts more witnesses.

“Sharpie!? The only thing you need a sharpie for is writing me that check!” Your eyes lift slightly, scanning the room as people crowded around the two of you. Hushed whispers and posh comments used words you didn’t even understand. Her sparkly silver heel taps against the floor, hand extended to you.

“Well? Where’s my fucking money, huh?” Her eyes were sharp and narrow. The high of her cheekbones had given away that she was not from here.

“I’m waiting.”

“You’ll be standing there for quite some time, Miss Alachua.” A deep voice cuts through the thick commotion as his hand comes down to pick your body up off the floor the rest of the way. Your eyes flash, taking notice of his gray-ish toned suit. The little yellow handkerchief stood tall in the chest pocket of the suit. Blonde streaks with fading pieces accentuate his whole aura.

“Jimin.” Her voice softens to a light banter. Anger is still prominent, however.

He flashes a short but sweet grin towards her, extending his arm to exchange something in hand.

“Nice to see you too.” He comments, sucking in a tsk at her dress stain. His eyes glance to yours, head shaking from side to side gently.

“Did you do this, Miss Choi?” He watches your throat swallow a thick lump, trying to respond.

“It was an accident..” Your hands clasp to the front, embarrassment settling over the whole situation.

On your end anyways.

He quicks a smile before clearing his throat, pacing his way over to meet with the woman. “She said it was an accident.”

Her arms across her chest, heel continuously tapping against the marbled, echoed flooring as she scoffs. “She’s still gonna have to pay for it.”

Jimin’s eyebrow raises at her tone, as he sets a palm on her shoulder. “Did you pay for it, Miss Alachua?” Her eyes blow wide at the comment.

He smirks, lowering his voice to where only you two could pick up. “Mmm, that’s the thing about using daddy’s money for your own purposes. So technically, you got his dress messy, isn’t that right?”

Her head slowly falls down, then back up nodding at his sentence. He backs away, clapping.

“Perfect. Then, I’ll get Miss Choi to transfer the money over to his account.” Her mouth falls open, quickly trying to protest. “But I-” Jimin holds up a hand, silencing her. He reaches over to grab your wrist pulling you from the terror of the crowd. Once you’re in a quiet section of the ball room, you’re quick to tug on his sleeve.

“Jimin I don-'' He shushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. “I’ve got quite a bit of information on her father.” His eyebrows tease, signaling to you something, but you couldn’t quite catch on. He chuckles, motioning for you to sit down next to him as he lowers his voice. His finger guides your eyes over to the corner, as you both see a couple leaning on the wall of the ball room, hands entwined together as his older body towers hers.

Your eyes glance back to Jimin’s, watching the smirk on his corned lip. “What are we looking at?It’s just a couple.”

He chuckles, leaning back against the chair, sipping from his champagne glass. “Just a couple?” You nod, not following his words. He inhales deeply, enjoying the classical music sounding in the background.

“Yeah, she’s fifteen.” He laughs at your wide-eyed expression. His lips wrap around the glass’s rim, fogging the clear set with his warm breath.

“Still ‘just a couple’?” He teases as you hit his side. His eyes narrow at your action. “Watch it, missy.”

“Yeah? Why should I?” His eyes said one thing, but his tone said another. His finger lifts from the glass, pointing around to the room. “I’m your teacher right now.” He watches your eyes roll back at his words.

“Oh really?” Your hips rise from the lowered sofa, leading the way through a few doorways. Like before, his feet follow in your guidance, like a puppy on an imaginary leash. He watches your heels step out of the exit door’s frame. Your hands run up the curves of your body, watching as his Adam's apple bobs up and down at the motion. Your hair blows in the night’s chilly winds, with little to no one around the two of you.

Your feet plant themselves right at the entrance outside the building, as they keep themselves on the marbled floor’s inside. “What are you doing..” His voice lowers, eyes glancing around to take notice of no one’s presence.

Your hands lift up to pull the hem of your off-shoulder neckline down, revealing the top of one of your breasts. His jaw tightens at the sight.

“Y/n..”

Your smirk edges him on. “It’s Miss Choi, Mister Park.”

Your back hits the brick wall, finger trailing down the plains of your body to toy with your hemmed skirt. You lift the fabric up a bit, revealing a slimmer of your black laced underwear. His voice thickens at the sight, hands fisting at his sides.

“Y/n.” The tone is commanding, yet you still toy on.

“What? You’re my teacher, Mister Park.” His throat lets out a slight groan, chuckling at the irony of it all. “This is fucked up, Y/n.”

Your lips curl into an innocent smile as you lift the option of your leg up, revealing more of your underwear’s thin fabric. “I’m just a student, trying to enjoy a little time to myself..” Your fingers toy with the hem of your panties before dipping in slightly. Your head rolls back against the brick wall, lips parting at the sensation.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n.” His teeth clench at the sight. Your back arches, lifting away from the wall, your hand stuffed between the fabrics of your laced underwear. Your eyelids lift slightly, taking a glance at him before continuing.

“Ah, feels so good..” You moan out, free hand scooping more of your puffed tea-length dress to reveal the glorious sight. He watches as your knuckles quickly turn white at the pressure. His voice can finally be heard.

“Fucking minx.” Your teasing smirk only edges him as his feet step out the door. His body pressed against yours, quick to wrap his palm around your wrist to remove your hands from between your panties. “You wanna this game, baby?” Your arms try to wrap around his neck, but he’s too quick to pull away, not letting you touch him like you wanted. His task sends shivers up your spine.

“My rules.”

His hand grips yours, pulling you from the wall to lead you to the parking lot. His hand pulls from his pocket, clicking the unlock button on his car shaped fob.

“T-This is your car?” He smirks, opening the door for you to slip in.

“Ladies first.”

Once you’re both settled in, he cranks the car, letting the engine run for a few seconds before pulling out of the parking lot. His hands clasp in the front, trying not to refrain from touching anything. He chuckles at your stiff body, hand coming to rub on the inner of your thigh. Your body straightens at the touch, mouth parting in agony at the feeling. His eyes glance over before removing his hand. You silently groan, breath heaving up and down from the frustration.

“How much does the school pay you?” You question, looking around to notice the intricate details and emblems designed in the leather. His eyes flash to your movements before focusing back on the road. “Is that any of your concern?” You huff at his answer.

The car suddenly speeds up, as your body sinks back into the seat. His hand clutches the stick, shifting gears faster than you could say ‘peanut butter’.

Soon, your body is following the curves of the road as your body is jerked around from left to right, as his body is completely still through all of the roller coaster turns.

“Jesus, Jimin!” You yelp, gripping onto the handle on the door’s side. He chuckles, as the car comes to a sharp yet smooth stop. If you’d been breathing heavily earlier, you were possibly having a heart attack right about now!’

His seatbelt clicks undone, as he reaches over to undone yours. Once you’ve gotten your land legs, he helps you steady yourself in your seat. Your hair is a mess, and your dress is riding up your thighs. He takes notice of the exposed skin, smirking.

“So, you like?” He asks, watching as you try pulling your soul back into your body. He chuckles at your distorted figure, stumbling to grip onto reality.

“F-fucking fast-” You groan out, feeling a little sick from the rush. He nods, waiting patiently for the white to fade from your complexion.

“Yeah, the first time I test drove it, I almost threw up.” He chuckles, remembering the day that seemed so recent. “I’ve had her for about two years now.” You groan, eyes rolling at his comment. “Her?”

He nods, laughing at your messied self. “Why? Jealous?~” He teases, poking your cheek. Your head shakes, huffing in annoyance. “Why would I be jealous of a car?” His hand cards through the blonde locks, as a sheet of glimmer rises off his skin.

“Don’t know.” His elbow rests on the middle console, a teasing innocent look paints his expression. “Why are you jealous of a car?” That makes you scoff.

‘I’m not jealous of your stupid car.” He faints a pained expression, rubbing the steering wheel gently. “It’s okay baby, she didn’t mean it.” His voice makes you burst out laughing.

“Hey, don’t make fun of Nova.” You watch a simple, child-like expression peak behind his commanding demeanor. You laugh at his demand. “You named her?”

“Well of course I did. Everybody names their car.” You scoff lightly, taking a peek out the window. The dark knight had disguised the road’s wavy ways.

Wait.

Waves?

Your head cranes to the side, giving Jimin a certain glance. “Are we at the beach?”

He nods, pointing out the front window. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Yeah well I kinda was busy trying to hold down my lunch.” He chuckles before popping the driver door open. A few seconds later, he’s on your side. You watch as the door pops open softly, his hand extends out to offer help. You slide your hand into his palm, as he leads the way down a flight of wooden stairs.

“Are you avoiding having sex with me?” He pauses at your comment, tilting his head to the side before flashing a quick smirk. “Who said we’re not having sex?”

That sends butterflies to your stomach.

Your arm wraps around his, as you two walk in sync, head resting on his broad shoulder. He chuckles, swinging your entwined hands together to an imaginary beat only the two of you could hear.

“This seems like a good spot.” He stops walking, laying the blanket down on the sandy beach as you take a look around, noticing the moon’s reflection shining brightly on the water’s clear surface. His hand reaches up to pull you down, settling you down right next to him. He leans back, arms supporting his body from behind as he takes in a deep breath.

“I’ve always hated those events anyways.” His head tilts, flashing you a quick smile. You nod, admiring the cute little seashells along the blanket’s hem. You lay flat on your stomach, watching as the sand falls between your fingers as you try to dig for more shells. His soft laugh hatches more butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Have you never seen shells before?” He asks, laying down on his stomach next to you.

“Never been to the beach really..” You sigh, fixing yourself to prop your head up on your two palms. He smiles, lightly petting the crown of your head. Your loose bun had fallen long ago, right as the party had begun. His fingers trail along the curves of your spine, listening to your breath pitch in tone at his touch.

“Do you like it?” His voice lowers, soft whispers brush against the shell of your ear. You nod, moaning quietly at the sensation. “Feels good..” You hear his chest let out a sharp chuckle.

“I meant the beach, sweetie.” You quickly sit up, half-heartedly remembering where you were. You nod. “Yeah.. I do.” He smiles, brushing a few of your strands of hair from vision. You huff, leaning closer to meet his gaze as his hand trails up your outer arm. “You drag shit out too much..” He laughs.

“I told you, I’m a gentleman.” You groan, scooting closer to his body, toying with the fabric of his tie like before. “But I don’t want a gentleman..”

“But you need one.” Your eyes widen at the blow.

“I need one?” He nods, humming.

“What I mean, is that you’re too good for an asshole like the guys you work for.” You scoff, feeling the way his fingertips graze the dip of your collarbone. “I worked for you.”

“Mmm, I’m an exception.”

Your eyes roll at his cockiness. “High and mighty, are we?” He smirks, combating your tease.

“Horny and impatient, are we?” You punch his arm lightly, making a few laughs escape from his chest.

“I’m only still horny because you haven’t fucked me.” He shakes his head, laughing as he caresses your cute, chubby cheeks.

“You don’t get the whole point of this, do you?” Your head shakes, as he sighs. “And you’re trying to get a psych degree? Psh.” You huff, crossing your arms at his comment. He smiles, leaning closer to your face, lips brushing the pads of your gently as he continues.

“You’re too impatient.”

“I am.”

He lets out a short chuckle, laying back on the blanket. Arms slipped under his head to support it. His breath is calmed and controlled. Opposite of yours.

“Just enjoy this.” He sighs, taking in a deep breath of the salty air, closing his eyes softly.

“I didn’t come all the way here to enjoy the pretty view.” His eyes peak open as a smirk presses his lips. “Really? Cause I did.” You’re quick to catch onto the little tease, making your cheeks flush red. Luckily, he couldn’t see the tint that well from lack of lighting. You groan, lightly hitting his chest against as he lets out a fake pained cough.

“Owch.” He smirks, pulling you down to his level. You huff before throwing your leg over to straddle his lap. His eyebrows quirk at the sight. Hands come to toy with your hips, steadying you on his lower torso. “Alright, you’ve been your little gentleman long enough.” He lets out a breathy laugh, eyes creasing at the joint.

“That’s not really your decision, now is it?” Your hips roll against his, yet you feel no sign of-

Anything.

Groaning you roll off of his lap, sitting next to his sprawled out body. “Why don’t you wanna fuck me?!” He sighs, rising up to plant his hands behind his torso to prop himself up.

“You’re right. I don’t want to fuck you.” You felt tears welling in your eyes. Your arm comes to hit him once more before sobs start leaving your lips.

“Am I not pretty enough!? What! Do you like older women!? Huh! Tell me, fucking asshole!” His hands catch your wrists, stopping you from hitting him anymore.

“Baby calm down.” His voice softens, as his arms wrap around your frame, holding you close to his body. Your eyes well with tears, a few slipping down from your cheeks as your struggles and throws start to become soft nudges instead. His hand guides your chin to meet his softened gaze.

“You done now?” You sniff harshly, nodding. His smile makes you wanna knock his porcelain front white teeth out.

“I’ve said it before. I don’t want to fuck you.” You push him away from your body, releasing yourself from his arms. “Then why not just take me home, huh? I’m don-”

“Sweetheart, I want to make love to you.” Your eyes start to clear, now staring into his. “W..What?” His warm smile pulls you back in as he wraps you into his embrace once more. You’re slotted between his thighs, leaning back on his chest as his chin props itself on the crown of your head.

“I wanna hold you like this..” He leans his head down, pressing his plush lips to your reddened cheek. “And kiss you like this..” you sniff, giggling at his cheesiness. You twist your torso to meet his gaze.

“You don’t hate me..?” He chuckles, pecking your lips softly. “Why would I hate you?” You shrug gently, turning your attention back to the waves crashing upon the shore.

You hadn’t really had a moment like this. You’d lost your virginity back in high school to one of the quarterbacks as a dare, and after graduation, you never really dated anymore after that. Only a few sleepovers that ended with the morning after pill.

“I don’t want to just have sex with you, Y/n.” He coos, thumbing the tears from your stained cheeks. “I want stuff like this.” Your head leans back some more to nuzzle his chest.

“I wanna wake you up with breakfast on the weekends.. And stay in bed all day, just cuddling like this.” Now, tears have been slipping from your ducts for a different reason.

“How long..?” Your rosy cheeks burn with intensity as his hand comes to caress your softened jawline.

“What do you mean?” His voice soothes the ache in your flushed face. Plump and soft lips brush the side of your ear, pressing a gentle kiss as you feel the rolls of his warm breath graze your heated skin.

“How long have you.. You know..” He chuckles softly, pulling you head to tuck it under his chin. Your ear presses against his chest, hearing his calmed and patterned beating heart. The ocean’s salty taste leaves a bittersweet sting in your nose. Seagulls and other little creatures fill the silence, along with rolls of the waves crashing upon the drawn shores.

His eyes narrow yours as a breath rolls from his lips. “Does it really matter?”

You let out a soft giggle, snuggling closer to his warmth. His heartbeat matches the same patterns as yours, syncing with a light feeling. A brisk and colorful tone breaks your silence.

“Y/n..”

Your eyes glance up, meeting his own. His irises reflect the moon’s rays, similar to the ocean’s own surface. Specks of gold and white hues float behind his eyes. The once one-colored cast had been illuminated, showing millions of broken fragments. His nose scrunches at your rosy cheeks, nuzzling the tip into your neck. He sends you into a fit of giggles, as you hear the light sound of rhythm flowing through the atmosphere.

“What’s that?” You question, head peeking up from curiosity. He shrugs before pointing over the horizon. “Look.”

Your eyes squint, noticing a small, floating speck on the distant waters. The red and white colors clear as you notice the shape of a boat being formed.

“It’s the ferry..” You observe, watching as the miniature piece floats by the two of you. He smiles, nodding. A few minutes go by before he comments. “Do you wanna go on a cruise?”

“Huh?” Your head twists around, laughing at the idea.

He smiles, shaking his head to pull you right back down into the safety of his arms. “Not right now. I mean, would you like to one day?” You hesitate, before nodding quietly.

“My dad wanted to buy a boat..” You sigh calmly, entwining your fingers to play with his. His baby-like breaths make your heart swell.

“Me too. It’d be nice, you know?” He leans back until you’re both almost completely on your backs, you still being tucked snuggly between his legs.

“Really? What’d you name it?” You spin around, flashing your glassy eyes up to look at him. He giggles slightly, a red tint peaking through on his cheeks.

“I don’t know. Don’t even know if I even want a boat yet. It was just an idea.” You hum, feeling the way his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. Your lips ghost his own, arms coming to coil around the base of his neck. Your leg is now positioned over his waist, but no longer emitting the eager and rushed spirit you’d onced forced.

This had felt calm and-

“Patient.” Your lips fall open at the realization. A smile paints his lips.

“You’ve finally got it.” Your lips tug into a grin at the word, testing it more on your tongue a few more times. He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to steady yourself on his lap.

Your voice lowers, whispering into the shell of his ear. “I’m still kind of horny though..” He chuckles, reaching down to grip your thighs to pull you more up onto his body.

“Mmm, wanna fuck?” He asks, feeling the way your hips shift over his. Your head shakes.

“Nope.”

“No?”

Your lips ghost his jawline, hands coming to tug at the button on his white formal shirt. You could feel the way his heart paces at your touch. A sheet of sweat barely visible on the surface of his skin.

“Touch me.” His chest rumbles as a low groan rolls from his lips. Your hands lower to bring his palms up to the round of your clothed breasts, guiding his hands to knead at the plush skin.

“Oh fuck..” He groans out, palming at the soft mound while your hand slips into the fabric of his trousers. Hand brushing along the outline of his hardening cock, slipping between the two fabrics to wrap your hand around the base. He groans, lips sucking on the thin sheet of skin on the side of your neck. Blue and purple splotches bruise around the sensitive skin.

His hand comes down to trail the soft of your tummy, following the invisible line that draws to your center. His fingers mimic yours, slipping between the fabric of your thin laced panties. You moan out, immediately lifting your hips for him to easily remove them. He chuckles, keeping his touch right above your pubic line.

“So needy.” He spits, flipping the two of you over. He hovers over your frame, tall and broad shoulders tower your figure as he smirks. Silently, his hand removes yours from between his legs, before lowering further, lifting the skirt of your dress over his head.

“Jimin what are yo- Oh fuck..” You moan out, feeling the way his tongue presses flat against your sopping core. He chuckles, thumb curling around the thin material, watching as it pops against your skin.

“You were so quick to try and suck me off, baby.” His head raises up, finger trailing the outside of your clothed panties. “Why?”

Your head lulls back, hips pushing up to try and feel more of his touch. “Mmm- I wanted to make you feel good..”

He smirks, reaching to the flesh of your thighs, jerking you down to meet his leveled face.

“Mmm, I’d much rather do this.” His fingertip trails the outside of your panties before pulling them down with his set of teeth. You moan at the sight, head rolling in a circle from the excitement.

You feel a sharp point graze the inner of your thighs, his lips press flush to your skin, sucking some more splotches into the thick of your skin. Your hand reaches down, carding through his sandy blonde locks, mouth falling open at the sensation.

“Jimin please-” You whine. His head lifts up, a smirk plastering his features.

“Who?” You groan at his cockiness. You sit up, not really knowing what he wants.

“Daddy?” You try the word on your lips, internally cringing. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Not quite. Try again, baby girl.” You huff, scooting further down for his breath to roll onto the surface of your tummy.

“Master?” He shakes his head. He makes a loud buzzer sound, giggling at the joke. “Wrong.”

“What the fuck Jimin.” Your eyes roll at his childness.

“Come on, Y/n. You know it.” He teases, lowering his lips just to graze the outside of your sopping core. His finger cards through your slick folds, bringing the tip up to suck between his lips. His eyes flash to yours, waiting.

“Uhm..” You glance around, trying to think of something else to call him.

“Sir?” He smirks, flattening his tongue to your clit. You whine out, squeezing his head gently between your thighs. Your head lulls back, gripping at his roots for support.

His head lifts for a second to slot his middle and ring finger into the space of his mouth, sucking on them slightly before inserting them into your sopping core. You moan out, chest heaving heavily as his fingers pump in and out at a slow pace.

“S-Sir! Oh- Fuck Ji-Jimin- Fuck!” You could feel his lips form into a smirk against your clit, sucking gently onto the throbbing bud. Your head falls back into the soft, comfy blanket. Your back arches off the ground just to fall right back down from his edging tease.

“Ji- sir please.” You whine, watching as his head lifts up. A trail of saliva connects from his lips to your core.

“Magic word?” He teases, flashing you a cheeky grin. You growl from frustration, pulling his body up from the ground, rolling over until you’re straddling his lap. Your eyes narrowing into his.

“You know what? My turn.”

You’re quick to lean down, crashing your lips against his. Mimicking the waves colliding into the shore. Swallowing the water’s contents whole. His chest heaves a deep groan, vibrating against the passion of your mouth. Which in turn, had made you moan just as loud.

Your hand reaches down past the hem of his boxers, wrapping the base of his cock with palm. His head falls back, hands coming to pull your sleeves from off the shoulder to completely off the shoulder. His warm palms cup the rounds of your breasts, thumbing over the erect of your protruding buds.

“Y/n I- Oh fuck.” He groans, cock twitching in your grip. You smirk, free hand softly tracing the sharp of his jawline. You tug at the hem of his button up.

“Off.” He chuckles, making quick work of his buttoned shirt. He throws it onto the sand somewhere, watching as your eyes trail along the plains of his chiseled chest.

“Don’t drool on me.” He teases, closing your mouth while chuckling at your reddened cheeks.

“S..Shut up.” He laughs, leaning back in a more relaxed position.

“Wanna switch?”

“No.” You gripe, trying to assess what to do next.

He chuckles, watching your face contort with focus. “You sure?”

After a few seconds, you groan, rolling off of his body.

“Fuck me, will you?”

“Y-”

“If you don’t fuck me right now I will walk myself all the way back to the dorms.” He chuckles, gripping onto your thighs before flipping the two of you over.

“Ironic, seeing how we crossed a bridge to get here.” Your eyes roll back, as he pulls the rest of your dress’s fabric down, making sure not to mess with any of the seams. You glance down, raising any eyebrow.

“Don’t wanna rip it off?” He shakes his head.

“If it was Gucci then maybe.” He smiles, folding the piece of fabric next to his thrown button down.

“But it’s not.. It’s less expensive.” His hands reach around, pulling your body flush against his.

“Not to you.” Your face tints at his words, as he continues his explanation, and undresses the both of you.

“Didn’t you make it?” You nod. “How’d you remember?”

His hands pull the last bit of fabric of your strapless bra down, watching as your breasts bounce from the sudden revealment.

“You said you sewed.” Your head nods slowly, as you watch his fingers tug the hem of his boxer-briefs to circle his knees.

“Says that so casually while unsheathing himself.” You chuckle, watching the interesting. His eyes glance up, narrowing towards you through his fallen blonde locks.

“Unsheathed? What are you, an English major?” He laughs, reaching over into his trousers to pull a tiny foil packet from the pocket.

“Was. Changed my major last minute.” He hums, quirking an eyebrow to you. “Really? Why?”

You shrug, laying flat on the soft blanket. “Didn’t think it would pay enough. Gotta make a living somehow, right?” He chuckled, nodding before slotting his figure right between your parted legs.

“Sounded like shakespeare to me.” He teases before hovering over your frame. You smile, lifting your head to lock lips with his. He pulls away, giving you a quick look over before continuing.

“Ready?” You laugh, nodding. “Thou shall penetrate thy self with thine phyllu- Oh fuck!”

He lets out a fit of laughs, slowly pushing past your velvet walls. “You’re gross.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple before slowly rolling his hips. Your teases are quick to cease, being replaced with a string of moans. His laughs fade to more of the same, as your legs wrap around his waist, hips rising to meet his own slow thrusts.

“Oh fuck- shit oh my God, Jimin!” He groans, hip starting to pace faster. “Oh fuck baby-” His head falls to your side, supporting itself on your shoulder as his hands grip onto both sides of your hips to steady you.

“Mmm baby sounds good.” You tease, feeling his lips nipping at the blotchy and bruised skin of your neck. He groans, one of his hands coming up to knead your breast with his palm.

“You’re not getting a baby.” He chuckles, harsh groans rolling from his lips. You fake a frown, flipping the two of you over so that you’re straddling his lap. He scoffs softly, watching your hips rise before snapping down. Hands come to steady both sides of your waist, bodies flush with one another’s.

“Mmmm you’re getting kinda old, sir. Don’t you wanna- fuck- ..c-carry on your line?” He chuckles at the thought, leaning up to capture your lips in a passionate exchange.

“Not right now.” He growls, taking one of your erect buds into the cavity of his mouth, lips wrapping around your hardened nipple. Your arms wrap around his head, body being thrown backwards slightly at the sensation. Your lips part, letting a few little words slip.

“I love you!”

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This one was a little bit harder to end, so I just left it on a cliff hanger. (Kinda one of those things you can imagine your own ending if you want.)

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The Fallout

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: angst, romance, supernatural, romance, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of Cor aut Mors (Heart or Death)

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A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I’VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCHHHHH WAAAAAHHH ;A;!!!! Let me tell you things on my end were CRAZY, i am so sorry for the long ass wait because life + writer’s block = NOT IT. Maybe because we’re now coming closer to the end of this series that it’s harder for me to write?? who knows but to everyone who has been waiting, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! <3 i cannot tell you how much i love and appreciate you!! ;A;

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You have no sense of time, sitting there for who knows how long amongst the rubble. Your whole body is numb to the point where you don't even know if you're breathing – even the cold draft coming through the broken window felt as if it is simply passing through you. Echoing in the very depths of your mind like a broken, twisted record was a singular thought; he was gone.

Just like that.

The weight in your chest presses down violently then, and you struggle to fend off the all consuming feeling of dread and panic, like you're slowly being buried alive. You scream at yourself to breathe, not knowing that you're actually close to hyperventilating. Just as you think you might black out from the overwhelming pressure –

“Well that was one hell of a shit show huh?”

You jump, startled out of your wits by the sudden raspy voice that cuts through the stifling atmosphere the place has taken. Your head turns towards the general direction of where you thought it came from – senses lagging behind from very nearly self-destructing, It's safe to say you're so shocked at what you see that you almost couldn't believe it.

“....J-Jungkook?” You call his name hesitantly. The sweep of matted raven hair flies up with a strong puff of air exhaled from a split lip, giving you a glimpse of a familiar pair of wide doe eyes.

“Still kickin'” He tries to say cheekily but ends up visibly wincing from pain, head poking out from behind the remains of the island counter; the only thing you see from your position. It prompts you to move, although you do so almost robotically; hands and legs stiff and unsteady. After tripping over various forms of rubble trying to figure out a way to get to the other demon, you eventually make it to his side.

You have to hold yourself back from cringing when you get a good look at Jungkook. To say that he's seen better days would be a gross understatement; he looks like he's about to breathe his last breath at any moment.

“Y-You know, I don't know if 'kickin'' would be the right choice in words......” You mumble, tentatively kneeling down beside his battered body. “Although I am glad you're alive....”

Jungkook lets out a noise halfway between a chuckle and a grunt before it, once again, fizzles out into a groan. “Don't kill me poppet; literally though because laughing actually hurts.”

It's true, this isn't probably a laughing matter but you can't help the little quirk that tugs at the corner of your mouth – guess humour is a universal way to cope with the extremes of situations, and who are you to downplay it even when it's coming from a demon. Still, you worry for him and in the chaos that had just ensued, you really need someone to keep you grounded right now.

“Well, you're not dying on my watch, I can promise you that.” You reply. “Though.....I'm...I'm not much of a demon medical expert. You'll have to help me out here...What hurts the most?”

“Honestly? Everything.”

Oh boy....

The next several minutes was you trying to help Jungkook be a little more comfortable without moving him too much, which resulted in you digging up salvageable couch cushions and pillows. You think it's not much considering the extent of his injuries but Jungkook assures you that demons heal quickly so long as they're not disturbed while resting. Once you got him on his little makeshift bed and not having anything else to keep you busy, the both of you sit in tense silence, you mainly lost in the muddled pool of your own thoughts.

You don't notice the way Jungkook eyes you almost cautiously, trying to decipher your emotions like one would disarm a bomb. As much as it worries him, he'd rather not accidentally trigger a massive breakdown from you if he can so help it. But your blank expression doesn't give much away, and Jungkook is admittedly too damn nosy to not let this entire thing go because hey, it's not every day a mortal falls for a demon who's been assigned as their temporary guardian and then goes on to invoke the wrath of an archangel in defiance of saving said guardian demon.

Mustering every ounce of sensitivity he can manage, Jungkook awkwardly stutters out, “....S-So....what now?”

It takes you a good minute to process what it is that he's asking, the gears in your mind creaking in their struggle to work and even then, you pathetically come up with no solid answer, croaking, “I-I.....I don't know....I.....Like – what am I supposed to do....? I don't even know...what's going to happen to him....”

“Well....” Jungkook begins, still sounding unsure. “Your guardian demon was most likely taken to be held in Heaven's custody; jail if you will....” He pauses and when he sees you not reacting badly, he continues. “During that time.....the Heavenly Court will deliberate, and then once they come to an anonymous agreement......” A deep breath, “They will either....condemn him eternally.....or...”

“....Or what?”

“....Or he will face divine execution.”

Execution.

The word itself seems to have pierced right through you, a blow to the very core of your being.

Execution – if Heaven so deems it, Jimin would die.

You feel yourself beginning to shake, stomach bubbling nauseously and as much as you try to keep a level head, the words that spill out of you are charged with your heightening emotions, spiralling.

“B-But why? He did nothing wrong!? I was the one who acted on my own, so how can they put all the weight of the blame on him?!”

“By my guess, Heaven is probably not even concerned about you and Jimin in that sense, much so that they are just using it as a front.”

That makes you pause. “...W-What do you mean?”

Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if the answer is so obvious that it makes you scowl. He exhales loudly before saying, “Heaven isn't mad at your relationship with Jimin per say; it's more about the violations that has taken place.”

Your mouth opens and closes, trying to work out words to make sense of Jungkook's speculations, like differentiating pieces to a puzzle. But no matter how you look at it, the conclusion you come to appears more and more outrageous.

“So, you're implying that Heaven would rather care about how this looks on them than having a fair trial...?!”

“I hate to break it to you poppet, but he's already not winning any favours by just being a demon alone; in the eyes of any angel, we're scum, the lowest of the low.” Jungkook almost spits out spitefully, dark eyes hardening at the reality he speaks of. “And in this case, the odds are more stacked against your little guardian, even if he wasn't a demon. Or did you already forget that you're not the only one who he had a binding contract with anymore?”

You're midway to opening your mouth for a defensive rebuttal, accusatory finger pointing and all, but Jungkook's question made you stutter out, almost sheepishly, “W-Well....! Am I...Was I not...?”

You could swear he had contemplated on facepalming or not. But you were genuine in your confusion; were you not supposed to be the only one he had a contract with, as your guardian sworn to protect you during his time of service? Who else could he have had a contract with? Was that possible to begin with?

The young demon in front of you provides the answer at your fumbling silence, “Let me ask you – has Jimin not told you about what his plan was? Why he looked the way he did up until this point?”

“...It was to transition himself into an angel right? Then yes, he's told me about it and that was what's causing him to feel weak.” You pause mid-thought, scrunching your face. “But I mean, he was getting better? So that should mean the process is no longer affecting him now.”

Something passes through Jungkook's face, one that makes his eyebrows furrow, pursing his lips and dark eyes drifting out of focus. “Getting better you say.....”

Unconsciously you find yourself mirroring his expression too, not liking the dragging, almost suspicious tone of his voice. “....Yes...?”

“....And I don't suppose you have anything to do with that, do you?”

You blink multiple times, mind doing acrobats in trying to figure out a way to avoid telling a demon that you know about the ways they can absorb energy, which in turn would indirectly mean telling a demon you may have done – not the devil's tango per say – but the demon version of it.

Of course your silence rings louder than any words you could possibly say, because your slight hesitation and shaking eyes instantaneously has Jungkook's jaw dropping, his own eyes widening in a comedic mixture of abject horror and being scandalized.

“You did it didn't you?”

Face heating up, you guffawed,“I-I- What?! I don't – !!”

“You harlot!”

“I'm not! And why are you so shocked?! That stupid angel was screaming for the whole world to know!”

“Yeah but he's an angel; he would've classified 'laying with the spawn of Satan' if you had held hands with Jimin.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. Soon after though, he runs a hand through his mussed raven hair, eyes shut and a grimace taking over his expression as he mutters something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch. A beat passes before he eventually asks, “Are you well-versed in the....” He gestures vaguely, “...Principles of Christianity by chance?”

“Like....the bible?”

“Yeah, all those fun bedtimes stories, beliefs, mythos, yada yada.”

“Kinda...?” You shrug. “I'm not...terribly religious. I probably just know the bare minimum, like 'He died on the cross for our sins' sort of basic.”

“Then I'm sure you're at least familiar with the infamous 'Seven Deadly Sins.'”

“...Yes? If you mean like, pride, lust, greed and all that.”

“The very ones.” Jungkook nods, musing. “The seven vices that seems so innate in human nature, no matter how much they try to run from it.” He turns to you then, raising a brow curiously as he asks, “Did you know that there are counter parts to the sins?”

Now that you didn't know. This new piece of information has you intrigued, genuine curiousity but also has your thoughts swirling with questions on how this all connects back to the matter at hand, and wanting to get to the point, you voice it aloud, “What does that have to do with Jimin or the second contract?”

“I'm getting there....” Jungkook grits out through a sardonic smile. “As with all things that are evil, they are not without those which are good. So with seven sins that damn you, there exists seven virtues that redeem you.” He pauses, taking the time to exhale slowly as a more solemn expression takes over. “The process of 'the ascension of the soul' – that is to become an angel, by Heaven's decree, is to prove your unwavering piety by demonstrating that you possess and are capable of these virtues.”

You nod your head in understanding, silently signalling for Jungkook that you are following so far. Seeing that, he continues. “To undergo this change, you must visit the place His Holiness has named His gatekeeper, kneel before his throne and swear an oath, who will in turn, bear witness to these trials.”

Swear an oath.....

It's a split second delay, but the realization dawns on you and the magnitude of your actions crushes you full force, like the weight of the entire universe.

He swore an oath to a Heavenly body, a literal Saint, that he would prove to them that he had what it took to be an angel, and you made him break it.

The memories of that stormy night rushes back, the way you had found Jimin unconscious, wounded and bleeding on your floor......It makes you think you should've known back then, should've seen those signs or at least persisted before it was too late.

How foolish and ignorant of you to think that it was simply a matter of completing a checklist, and all of it could be undone by saying no, and the offering of one single soul would be enough as compensation.

You slump, defeated and that's all Jungkook needs to know that you understand. He doesn't elaborate anymore either, slipping back into his own turbulent thoughts; the gnawing guilt that had buried its way into his conscious at war with the a scorned bitterness. In the end however, nothing will change the fact that this was Jimin's choice, and that this was something he had anticipated and accepted; like he's had it all planned out from the beginning. The idea unintentionally tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips.

“You know....” He finds himself speaking, “As fucked up as this all is, it could've been worse.”

You don't respond. After being dropped with such a bombshell, you don't have the mental strength to formulate words anymore, let alone comprehend what he could possibly mean by 'could've been worse' because to be quite fucking honest, this already is pretty fucking bad.

Of course, your silent crisis does nothing to deter Jungkook, as he continues on his one-sided conversation. “Jimin was right when he prevented you from giving up your soul to Hell. Though I have to admit, it was the ballsiest move for you to date – but also the dumbest one yet.” His tone shifts, the rough scoff at the end of his sentence softening into something sombre. “A soul damned to Hell for eternity......It's not something anyone wants to be put through, not even us demons. In the deepest circle where all forsaken souls go, you'll slowly be driven to madness; losing all sense of self and identity, until you become too consumed by the blood-lust and turn into just a mindless monster who's always hungry for souls.”

Flashbacks of the shadowy creature that followed you instantly comes to mind, the result of an attempted summoning gone awry. It was only for a short bit thankfully, but the feeling of being hunted down by some faceless, formless entity was frightening enough for you to never forget it. You wonder if that was what Jungkook means; to be driven mad to the point of becoming.....nothing.

“Makes sense why Jimin took on this temp job if you think about it....” Jungkook adds in almost thoughtfully, his focus now on picking at his nails. He lets out a short chuff, grunting. “Looks like he got more what he bargained for instead.”

Suddenly you think that his ramblings were more to fill in the void that would've drowned you both. You'll admit it does help a little in keeping you from sinking into your own despair, but it still doesn't change the fact that you're already one foot in. Unable to bare the creeping silence like Jungkook, you also find yourself speaking, following his lead out of desperation.

“.....So....” Your voice comes out in a strained hush, and though you swallow, the lump remains at the back of your throat, the dread slowly creeping in, relentless. “...There's really nothing I can do.....?”

Jungkook pauses in his fidgeting before he lets out a deep sigh, obsidian eyes meeting your pleading ones. The look makes him truly pity you because he knows that the only answer he has won't be the one you want to hear.

“Wait.”

Ba-bump.

The sounds of a muffled heartbeat.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The steady rise and fall of his chest.

These were the only indications of there being any signs of life within the isolated tower, the cold white marble of the walls seem to sap all matters of warmth from entering. Even the few streams of light that streak through the stain glass do no more than cast eerie shadows and shroud the room in a haunting glow.

Ba-bump.

The sound keeps him grounded, a constant to focus on when here, time only seems to be a concept and not a reality. And he does not know how long he's been suspended like this.

Click clack.

A break in the routine. His ears perk at the sudden change, zeroing in on the rhythmic pattern until he discerns them as footsteps. A strange occurrence, even stranger when they grow louder coming towards the direction of his holding. A jingle of keys and the shuttering of the gates opening lets him know that he has a visitor.

“My....What a terrifying sight you make.”

The voice makes him grimace, and though it's not how it normally sounds, he can recognize the speaker anywhere; an unfortunate byproduct from having worked with them for millennia now.

Slowly, his eyes slip open, vision blurry until they adjust but he doesn't get a chance to lift his head before a face obnoxiously comes into view.

“He lives....” The visitor gasps dramatically, followed by a series of dark chuckles that grate on his nerves.

“Well, he won't be for long.” Jimin gets out hoarsely,”If you keep talking as loud as you are, this headache might do me in.”

The snarky remark earns him a loud bark of laughter that reverberates off the walls. The man straightens himself up, completely disregarding the tragic state that Jimin is in, a wide toothy grin spreading his lips.

“Really, is that any way to speak to your boss after he's come all this way to see you?”

#park jimin fic #jimin fic #jimin fanfic #jimin scenario #jimin fanfics #bts supernatural au #jimin supernatural au #jimin fluff #jimin angst #guardian demon!jimin #guardian demon! jimin au #jimin x reader #jimin x you #demon!jimin x reader #jimin reader insert #jimin x reader insert

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kookiesandcreams · 2 years

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STARE GAME-II

Summary: Jimin is framed. You know it. You believe in him. But how would you make the world believe that he is innocent?

Pairing: Asylum Patient!Jimin × Visitor!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, thriller, psychological thriller, mild yandere.

Warnings: Asylums, anxiety and mental disorders, smut (In further chapters)

A/n: I was glad I received a positive response for the first part. It took me time to write the next chapter, I kinda had writer's block. But oui I'm back with SG part 2. I hope yall like this one too. Like and reblog to show some love <3 also, this chapter is kinda short and lame but I promise to write better for the next one TT it's unedited as usual :)) and yuh pls lemme know if y'all wanna be added to the taglist ;)

Part-1

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You knocked on the door and waited for him to open it. On the other hand, there was a strange, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. It's been a while since he heard someone knock. Even doctors had stopped visiting him for the past few weeks. Still he approached the door and stood there.

He put his ear on the door expecting to hear something. But you just patiently waited for him to open the door for you. Few minutes of silence passed by before you called for him, "Jimin? Are you awake?"

You were met by dead silence again. Your head hung low in disappointment. Not like you would just have him talk to you. You mentally face-palmed, turning back to leave.

A thud followed by shrill cracking of door hinges caught your attention and looked back to see the door partially opened. You bit your lip and smiled, "thank you, Jimin."

You clutched the handbag tight before entering the room. Not gonna lie, nervousness was eating your insides.

"Hi, Jimin." You waved at him while taking in the appearance of the room.

The room was dark, shady almost. It gave you the feeling of rain and melancholy as if the sorrow was engraved in the walls of the room. The dusty smell kissed your nose and the frostiness of the room hugged you like a second skin.

Jimin did not greet you back, standing afar and observing your details intricately. His eyes squinted as he took in all of you. You were pretty, he thought. Your skin smooth like a morning breeze, and your honey-like voice comforted him.

"I hope you don't mind me visiting you?" Your expecting eyes searched for answers in his cold ones. But again, he just stood there, quite like a lamb. Your heart shrank, imagining the things he must have gone through to become what he is, right now.

You slightly shook your head before turning on your heels, "I'm sorry Jimin, I will let you rest, okay?"

His heart dropped to his stomach when he realized you were going to leave. His eyes widened as he extended his arms to hold your shoulder, "wait," you heard his timid voice for the first time.

You were elated with the progress or it is what you called it. He finally did something distinct than just standing still and showing no sentiments whatsoever.

You turned back and grabbed his wrists, not too hard enough to hurt him but tight enough to let him feel the warmth seeping through your body. "Jiminie," his cheeks flushed at the nickname, "we are in no hurry. Please take your time. I know you must have been through a lot. I'm here," you squeeze his hands, "I'll always be here for you."

He blinks, once, twice and thrice.

Will you? Will you always be there for him? Even after knowing the truth?

You see his face contort and here him chuckle bitterly. Retrieving his wrists from your hold, he walks towards his bed and sits there. You take that as a cue to leave him alone.

"Sir, he had a visitor today."

"Oh," he let out an astonished chuckle. "Who was it? The asylum nurse, psychiatrist or some other doctor?" The mockery in his tone didn't go unnoticed by his workers.

"Uh, no. It was a girl, someone named Y/n. I think we should let him be now. He has already been through a lot."

"I don't remember asking you what you think, do I now Mr Cho?

Remember you get paid for being my assistant and covering up for me. So shut that mouth of yours and work accordingly, or I can find someone else who'd be quiet and work well for me."

Mr. Cho's head hung low as he muttered his apologies repeatedly while bowing incessantly against the man.

"So, how was the trip to the asylum?" Your mother asked as she set the table with freshly cooked food.

"Let's say uhm..." you pretended to think for a while before answering, "progressive?"

Your mother nodded in understanding. Various dishes were compactly placed on the dining table as the aroma of the delicious meal was being inhaled by you. "Thanks for the meal, mom," you said before serving yourself a plate and digging in.

After lunch, you headed towards your room to nap for awhile. Saturdays went pretty well with you going for a run, returning home, showering, eating your lunch and napping for a couple of hours. Today, was different and you knew it was not the last time you'd be visiting him. His brokenness awakened something in you. As if he gets a cut and you feel the pain. You felt affection for him.

Your mind wandered at how his soft strands would feel slipping through your fingers as you cradled his head in your lap. His own fingers playing with your hair. You wondered how his giggles and laughs would sound, how his hands would feel in your, how his plump lips would feel on your soft ones— you shook your head, trying to get rid of any unwanted thoughts.

Closing your eyes you awaited sleep to take over your mind. A smile ghosted your face thinking about today's visit. You firmly believed in him and would always be by his side, you promised, him and yourself as well. He deserved to be happy.

You were sure, that the innocence in his eyes was not fake, the trust he lost in humanity, you wanted to return him the faith he had in good people. His enigmatic persona, now hidden under his cold orbs caught your attention. You twisted and turned in your well-made bed before sleep took over you.

#bts festa #bts x reader #fanfics #bts fluff #cute #jimin #jimin fluff #jimin fanfics #park jimin #bts × reader #bts reader insert #bts boyfriend #run bts #jimin angst #psychological thriller #bts psychology #your boyfriend yn #thriller #bts ffs

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marxy-06 · 10 months

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Favorites Rec List 3

More of my favs -> Thanks to all these incredible writers for making my day a little better :))

Kim Namjoon

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

A little bit in love with you (@joonbo)

Mr. masseuse (@lavenjoon)

"Let me take care of you" (@mintelepathy)

Fantasies (@sweetwritertanya)

Kim Seokjin

24/7 Marriage counselor (@jimlingss)

A better grip (@jinkookspencil)

A helping hand (@jjungkookislife)

You again (@gashinabts)

Soarin' (@aquagustd)

Seokjin's ho ho ho (@yoongsisbae)

Jealous (@youtifulhobi)

Sacrifices (@justcallmenikki7)

Influence (@aquagustd)

Min Yoongi

Back burner (@yoonpobs)

Escapism (@yoonlattesworld)

Finding home (@helenazbmrskai)

Strawberry icecream (@euphoricfilter)

When I needed you (@dreamescapeswriting)

The cockpile: love birds (@httpjeon)

Crescendo (@ugh-yoongi)

Apricity (@delightfulserendipity)

Jung Hoseok

All it takes (@yoongiofmine)

Nibbling it (@jjksblackgf)

The promises we keep (@vyduan)

Your body is an artwork (@borathae)

Maybe the first, but not the last time (@euphoricfilter)

Park Jimin

Oh so reluctant (@back2bluesidex)

Pretty like you (@axigailxo)

Serendipity (@angellesword)

Blowing dandelions (@httpjeon)

All I need (@joonberriess)

Apricot (@vminity21)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Star light, star bright (@readyplayerhobi)

High school sweethearts (@choiwrites)

Taste of little (@maliby)

Cherry king (@jiminrings)

Turning to stone (@jjungkookislife)

He makes you insecure (@kookiesbuckethat)

Kim Taehyung

The art of touch (@chateautae)

Nude (@btssmutgalore)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Match made in heaven (@beenbaanbuun)

"I'll take care of you" (@guqwrvte)

Library kisses (@kwanslvr)

Jeon Jungkook

Way Back Home (@solemnreads)

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

Seven Days (@bonny-kookoo)

Jock!jungkook (@joonberriess)

Tracing your tattoos (@btsugarush)

Shades of red (@thatlongspringnight)

Pu$$y fairy (@angelguk)

Idealizations concerning real life relations (@venusiangguk)

Little blue pill (@dreamescapeswriting)

Brown eyed baby (@jeonstudios)

Superstar (@jinkookspencil)

Spicy n' sweet (@thvhoe)

The ability to fathom (@hanniwrites)

Bad omega, sweet omega (@helenazbmrskai)

"I couldn't live without you" (@jungk0oksthighs)

In my eyes (@axigailxo)

"Besties for the resties?" (@jessikahathaway)

You're leaving me (@delukoo)

Love; weakness (@akinnie75)

Bloodline (@jjkeverlast)

Greek god (@bonny-kookoo)

Size kink (@lavenjoon)

Ex on the beach (@beahae)

Off-league (@hansolmates)

Accidental roommates (@jjkeverlast)

Good girl (@bonny-kookoo)

Crazy (@kookiecrumb)

Curious boy (@jinkookspencil)

Confident (@h0neypjm)

Still perfect (@cupoftaae)

OT7

Trouvaille (@spookyserenades)

A comforting hand (@purpleyoonn)

Abundance (@angelicyoongie)

Appreciation (@vminizzle)

Reaction: faking orgasms (@dreamescapeswriting)

Mean kitty, soft kitty (@purpleyoonn)

Best of us (@bts-trash-blog)

You belong (@imnotlauriane)

(If you have any recs pls share, especially for Hobi, Jin, & Rm :))

#writing #bts namjoon #bts v #bts jin #bts suga #bts x reader #bts smut #bangtan #namjoon #jimin #taehyung #run bts #bts jung hoseok #bts jung jungkook #bts jungguk #bts jungkook #bts recs #fanfic #fanfic rec

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euphoricfilter · 7 months

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.

☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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peachypinkygloss · 8 months

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❝𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑❞ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡.

Boys come and go, but not men. Men stay. They stick. They obsess. a peachypinkygloss' 1 year anniversary special.

rated 18+. minors do not interact. every fiction down below has dark and unethical characters. do not read if uncomfortable/triggered. *no taglist.

"all your glory,"

dior girl ✰ park jimin

Park Jimin is one of a kind. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands. But this man has absolutely no morals.

୨୧ PAIRING. designer!jimin x model!reader

୨୧ GENRE. strangers to lovers, age gap (21 & 38), hard dom!jimin, smut, angst

posted on 09/16/23.

"you like your girls insane,"

secret diary ✰ kim taehyung

A passionate artist, a caring father, a honest and loving man. You first thought you were the insane one for wanting Taehyung all to yourself until he showed you his true colours and how wicked and unhinged his obsession for you has grown to be.

୨୧ PAIRING. dilf!taehyung x babysitter!reader

୨୧ GENRE. dilf au, age gap (23 & 37), dom!taehyung, single dad!taehyung, smut, angst

coming soon...

"and for you i keep my legs apart,"

adultery ✰ jeon jungkook

You were already feeling guilty for messing with a married man, so you didn't need him to confess his unacceptable and lewd feelings for you. Especially when he categorically refuses no for an answer.

୨୧ PAIRING. ceo!jungkook x university student!reader

୨୧ GENRE. infidelity au, age gap (25 & 31), mean dom!jungkook, smut, angst

coming soon...

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin fanfic #jimin fic

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curryshesus · 6 months

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bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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hellbornsworld · 7 months

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(4)๑‿︵‿୨

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✿ When She Loved Me | CEO!JK X Reader | One-Shot | @jungkookstatts

✿ Sleepaway | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @flowesona

✿ Mine | Jungkook x Demon! Female Reader | One-shot | @playmetheclassics

✿ Your eyes tell | Yandere!JK X Reader | Twins AU | @angellgguk

✿ Noir | Daddy!JK x Little!Reader | @bonny-kookoo

✿ Love Is a Game: For Political Enemies | JK X Reader | @lleldey

✿ petals with luv | Emporer!Jungkook x PalaceWoman!Reader | Hanahaki AU | @hisunshiine

✿ a lover’s bond | jungkook x female reader | greek mythology! AU | @latetaektalk

✿ love in the dark | Ceo!JK X Reader | One-Shot | @spideyjimin

✿ Like I’m Famous | Idol!JK X Reader | One-Shot | long distance au | @softyoongiionly

✿ I’ll Be Home for Christmas | Pilot Jungkook x female OC | One-Shot | @bluewhale52

✿ Falling | jungkook x female reader | Soulmate AU | @starshapedkookie

✿ Pick Your Fighter | gamer!jk X gamer!reader | @jikookiekosmos

✿ angels like you | Jungkook X Reader | S2L | One-Shot | @aquagustd

✿ Killing me softly with his touch | JK X Reader | One-Shot | @borathae

✿ Bad Man | Badboy!JK X Reader | @bonny-kookoo

✿ The Monster in the Dark | yandere!sleep paralysisdemon!jjk X fem!Reader | One-Shot | @themochiverse

✿ S O U L M A T E S | Crackhead!Jk X Reader | Series | @smaubts

✿ bad romance | badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader | One-Shot | @noteguk

✿ No Guardian Angel | The Crow!Jungkook X Reader | @jiminstonic

✿ Love Letters | Prince!Jungkook × Maid!Reader | @bonny-kookoo

✿ LESSON I | YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem!reader | Three-Shot | @redsaurrce

✿ RED | demon!jk x fem!reader | Series | @armpirate

✿ Follow the White Rabbit | idol! jungkook x idol! reader | @youthguk

✿ ＮｕｍｂｔｏＴｈｅＦｅｅｌｉｎｇ | Dark! Shitty! Yandere! Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader | One-Shot | @pynkgothicka

✿ Delivery Date | pizzadeliveryboy!jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @dntaewithluv

✿ Who is in control? | jk x reader | Drabble AU | @ctrlsht

✿ sweetest apparition | nerd!jungkook x popular!female reader | @jeonfiles

✿ m y s t r a n g e a d d i c t i o n | professor!jk X student!Reader | One-Shot | @joonberriess

✿ to err is to love | dilf!jk /ex husband!jk / ceo!jk x afab reader | Series | @jungkookschin

✿ polarity | BestFriendBF!JK X Reader | Series | @darkestcorners

✿ KILL TO KISS YOU | Yandere!Jungkook x Prostitute!Reader | One-Shot | @chummywchimmy

✿ Ode To The Nature Of Romance | Jungkook x Reader | @yeoldontknow

✿ Cabin in The Woods | Werewolf!Jungkook x Human!Reader | One-Shot | @girl8890

✿ Nothing was gonna stop me | Jeon Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot | @wildestdreamsblog

✿ Teacher’s Pet | professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader | Series | @axigailxo

✿ prima nocta | king!jungkook, virgin!reader | royalty au | One-Shot | @yoon2k

✿ End of Time | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @deepdarkdelights

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dawnagustd · 1 year

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the brat teacher || pjm

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.

The next person on your list is the biggest brat of them all— a man who is in charge during the day but wants to be leashed at night.

“You have made the naughty list this year, Mr. Park. Have anything to say for yourself?”

He peers over the lenses of his circle rim frames and smirks casually.

“Madam, surely there is a mistake,” he insists. “I don’t deserve to be punished. I know how to behave.”

But you have to disagree.

Banging the principal every day and threatening to tell her husband because she wouldn’t play with him tonight? Sounds just like a brat. Let’s see how long he can keep up with this act.

Sitting on his desk, you spread your legs, revealing to him that you are bare underneath your tiny red skirt. You lift your right leg and rest your calf on his shoulder. Your limb curls around his nape and pulls him closer to your center. He drops to the floor to assist you.

Jimin’s mouth waters for you as he patiently waits on his knees for your approval. He wants you to believe he’ll be good for you. But he’s going to have to do better than this.

“Prove it,” you dare him.

Your hand runs through his red strands, and he leans into the gentleness of your touch.

“Put your face in it, but that’s all. Don’t even think about tasting me.”

Grabbing a handful of those silky tresses, you pull him closer, pressing those pillow-soft lips against your clit. You start rolling your hips, painting his face with your sticky arousal. Jimin’s needy moans fill your ears like your favorite carol, encouraging you to go harder.

Jimin’s cock threatens to burst out of his black trousers, making your pussy pulse and clench. Mr. Park then attempts to use your weakness to his advantage.

“Madam, please.” His begging makes you throw your head back and cackle.

“Mr. Park! I must admit. I did not take you for a beggar.”

As you continue to drag your wet cunt across his handsome face, his little cries and pleas for mercy tug at your tiny heart. You ultimately decide that his effort should not be left unnoticed.

“Listen,” you pant through your sharp breaths of air. “Eat me out, but do not touch yourself. Understand?”

A “yes, ma’am” is mumbled into your center before he flattens his tongue and licks up your arousal. You hiss out obscenities when the tip of the pink muscle grazes your throbbing clit.

Jimin doesn’t rush; he sticks with the pace you’ve set, and it earns him an ear full of praise.

“I’m very proud of you, Mr. Park. You’re doing so well.” Your words fill him with joy, and he murmurs a “thank you.” The vibrations catch you by surprise; you nearly lose yourself within the moment.

“Move! Get up,” you command.

You push him away with urgency and order him to his feet. Jimin looks confused but does not argue. He knows better… Like the obedient little submissive he is.

“You’re going to have to work harder than that, Mr. Park,” you state, spreading your legs and giving Jimin the perfect view. You meet his gaze and give him the instructions he’s been waiting on. “Fuck me. But don’t come until I tell you to.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Madam.”

Jimin tugs his pants down swiftly.

“I wouldn’t thank me so soon,” you mutter.

When the hard tip of his dick meets your entrance, your brows lift with enthusiasm. His girth leaves you craving every inch of him. Your cunt welcomes Jimin as he sinks deeper and deeper into you. A joyful feeling overcomes you once he finally settles within your warmth.

Your cunt squeezes him tightly, nearly making the teacher fall to his knees once again. You snicker as he grips the table for support.

“Madam, you’re too tight. I don’t know if I can last,” he whimpers.

“Oh, you better.”

Jimin grabs your hips and stares into your lust-filled eyes, looking for an ounce of motivation.

“I’m just trying to keep you warm. It’s so cold outside, baby,” you purr.

Your coaxing works and Jimin springs into action. He starts off strong, using his toned thighs to deliver hard thrusts, drilling into your needy wet pussy. You hold onto his sculpted bicep so that you won’t go flying off the desk. However, Jimin’s grip on your waist probably wouldn’t allow it anyway. His nails leave marks as they dig into your flesh.

“Mr. Park… you’re doing better than I expected.”

He shakes his head in agony; you can’t help but laugh.

“Madam, you feel so good. I—”

“Come on, Mr. Park. Don’t tap on me this quickly,” you growl.

He hits your g-spot, and the way you moan out his name brings tears to his beautiful brown eyes. Jimin can barely handle the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, and your contorting walls only add to his suffering.

You can feel him twitching inside of you, begging for a release. But not yet; he’s not ready.

“Why don’t you slap my tits a few times, Mr. Park? Watch how they bounce for you.”

Jimin hesitates, and you snap.

“Do it!”

You slam your hand on the desk, and he immediately obeys.

He slaps your left breast in an upward motion, making you shudder with pleasure. Though, he’s going to have to do better than that to get you going.

“Harder, baby.” Jimin does it again with more force, and you become greedy. “More!”

“Are you sure?”

He sings angelic moans when you start fucking him back by circling your hips, attempting to bury his dick further inside of you. Your arousal gushes and leaks out, preparing to ruin the papers beneath you.

The pleasure begins to radiate through your entire body, leaving you a trembling mess underneath the hot third-grade teacher.

“You don’t ask me questions. Do as I fucking say!”

You purposely tighten your walls around him, and he begs for mercy.

“Madam, please. I’m sorry.”

He cries out in vain before he finally strikes your left mound with a more powerful blow.

He doesn’t stop this time, and soon the stinging from the impact causes you to topple over the edge.

“Your tits are so pretty covered in my marks… Fuck, Madam. I can’t hold it— You’re so sexy. Please, let me come!”

“No! Not until I’m squirting all over your floor.”

Your denial brings out something dark deep within him.

Jimin suddenly pulls you closer to the edge of the desk and throws one of your legs over his shoulder. He slams into you with so much force, his papers and books go flying off the table.

Sweat forms on his forehead due to all the work he’s putting in. He’s focused, concentrating on fulfilling your needs. Your eyes travel to those plump lips tucked between teeth. Jimin is still breathtaking even with his messy hair and disarrayed clothing.

You can’t stop yourself from reaching up and tearing his shirt open, revealing his toned chest and chiseled abs.

“Make me come, Park,” you tell him. “Then I’ll give you what you deserve.”

Your nails drag down his body, marking his flesh and releasing your frustrations.

Jimin’s thrusts become more precise as he becomes more eager to reach his high. The coil in your stomach tightens, and your cunt clenches around him tighter. Your body quickly prepares itself for the incoming orgasm.

“I’m coming!”

It’s the only warning you give him before the pleasure ripples through you – so intense, you squirt all over Jimin’s stomach.

The force pushes his cock out of you; Jimin stands there mesmerized by the image before him.

“Shit!” Your fingers dive into your opening to draw out the remainder of your juices.

Jimin runs his hand up and down his shaft in search of his own release. Once you’re done pleasuring yourself, you hop off the desk and take control. Your palm then replaces his.

“Would you like to come, Mr. Park?” you taunt.

He nods, and you twist his nipple in response.

“Words!”

You look up and find a face full of tears. Your smirk grows wider.

“Yes! I’m sorry, Madam. Please let me come!”

You lean in closer, lips a hair’s breadth away from his, making the poor guy believe he’s about to receive salvation, but hell is the only thing you’re here to unleash.

“No.”

You withdraw without warning and casually turn away.

Jimin’s cries have probably woken up the entire town, but you couldn’t care less. He’s a spoiled brat, and the only thing he deserves this year is a big fat no.

“You can’t leave me like this!”

He wails and protests even after you’ve fixed yourself up.

You search his desk for a specific document, and you find it right underneath his stacks of quizzes.

“I just did,” you inform. “And I hope you remember our encounter the next time you want to stir up some trouble. Mr. Park.”

You snatch what you need and bid him farewell, ignoring his broken sobs and desperate pleas.

“But, I—”

“You’ve met someone you can’t blackmail. So suck it up and admit that you’re the one who’s fucked this time,” you interrupt.

You take your exit, leaving another broken man behind.

But this… is nothing; you’re only warming up. Your next lover will be quite the challenge; he has many tricks up his sleeve. There’s no time to babysit Jimin and rebuild his damaged ego. You must prepare yourself physically, and mentally.

“Goodnight, Mr. Park.”

The teacher is then left alone in his classroom, naked and throwing a tantrum. It’s only because he knows you’re right. This is his karma, but man does it burn.

Jimin doesn’t know how to cope with this kind of hurt. He’s used to getting whatever he wants, and he wants you.

He admires your strength, your confidence, and your beauty; he’d worship the ground you stand on. You’re everything he could ever desire, and you just slipped right through his grasp.

“I hope she keeps that same holiday spirit when she gets to where she’s going because Min’s going to have a joyous time stuffing that stocking.”

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vinetae · 1 year

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A Whole New World - (M) Like A Man (Drabble)

Drabble for: Like A Man

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: You'd gotten to choose the activity for today. You loved this idea. Your lover.. Not so much.

Warnings: Ass play, strap-on, anal fingering, fluffy smut, smut, foul language, Jimin hating taking it up the ass (we all know this fucker secretly loves it), crack smut

A/n: People have been asking for more of Like A Man but it's not a series so I decided to just put out some drabbles for it instead. You can request some for these two, or send in requests for some of my other completed series.

This was actually my first time of trying 1v1 anal play (since I'm not a huge fan of it myself, just not my cup of tea as much but I still love it lmao) so yeah. Hope you enjoy it, and stay safe <3

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“Alright alright,” He teases, rolling over to pop a piece of chocolate into his mouth before continuing. “What are the five narcotics again?” You laugh out, rolling your eyes.

“Easy. Use the acronym OHM.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“If you’re so sure, missy.”

You sit up, correcting your posture to make sure you remember it correctly. At first you two had just been cuddling under the covers, listening to the patterns of each other’s heart beats while enjoying the warmth that surrounded the both of you. Soon, reality had kicked in and your annoying -whatever you two he was- had reminded you of the exam for his class. After a few begs and pleads and some very -might I add, explicit- and detailed trade offs for not having to take the exam, you’d finally given up. Now here you two were. Him, laying down on his stomach with cards held loosely in his grip. His clothes are long gone, somewhere on the floor next to your bed, along with yours. You sat up, preparing to ace this little practice round.

“Oxy, Heroin, and Meth.” You smile, as he nods at your progress. “Nice work.” He comments, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth before flipping the index over to read another problem.

“You ready?” You give a confident nod before he starts reading.

“Kinds of schizophrenia. Go.” You hum for a few seconds, trying to remember everything you’ve learned in his class these past few years. Your brain searches through hundreds of facts until you finally can remember a few important ones.

“Disorganized, catatonic, paranoid, the weird one.. Uhh- undifferentiateeed..” You drag out the last part, seeing the last missing finger on his counted hand.

“Come on, last one baby. You’ve got this.” You sigh, squeezing your eyes tightly in hopes that it would somehow jog your memory. He cuts in, giving you some slack.

“It’s the one with no delusions or hallucinations but still has..” He waits for your answer, taking another bite of the popcorn you’d prepared.

Your fingertips rub at your temples, before finally uncovering the answer. “Residual!” He leans up, reaching out to give you a high-five. You flash a bright smile, returning the gesture.

“Great job, babes. Looks like you’re ready for my test.” He sends you a cheeky wink before rolling off the bed to disappear. You’re still in celebratory mode when he returns with a small black box of things.

“What’s that?” He smiles, placing the box in front of you on the bed. “I told you that I would let you choose what we do next if you pass the study guide.” You nod, excitement filling your whole body.

He scoots on the bed, motioning down towards the box.

“We can either watch a movie, go out and do something, or..” He removes the lid to reveal a whole collection of luxury toys. Your eyes widen at the sight. Vibrators, ropes, blindfolds, fishnets, handcuffs, galore. He smiles at the large grin on your face.

“Mmm, I see you’d prefer the latter.” You quickly nod, taking the box into your grip to rummage through all of the new toys. All of these looked really cool and fun until you’re hand brushed against one of the items. It’s cold to touch as you remove it from the box. A smirk plasters your face at the sight.

His widened for a different reason.

“Oh no..”

_-_

You’re feeling quite high and mighty as of now.

“Why did I ever buy that fucking strap..” He groans, feeling your fingertips brush along the round of his ass. A smirk wider than the earth plasters your shit-eating face.

“Oh, this is amazing.” You coo out, reaching forwards to card your hand through his long, jet-black tousels before gripping tightly, tugging on the strands. He groans, mouth dropping to form an O-shape.

“Is this how I fuck you?” He questions as your finger trails along the little venus dips on his lower back.

“Nope.” You lean forward to whisper in his ear, using your huskiest and most manly deep voice you can muster. “This is how I’m gonna fuck you.”

He chuckles before you push on the center of his back to make his ass rise in the air. Here you have your 6 years older boyfriend on his hands and fucking knees for you.

Ah, life was perfect.

You tease, giving his ass a light smack before continuing. “You ready baby boy?” He groans at the name, but not in a ‘oh fuck yeah I love that’ kind of way.

More in a ‘why the fuck did I let her do this’ kind of way.

“If you didn’t wanna get pegged then why’d you buy the strap?” You question, slapping the false dick against the rim of his ass.

“It came in the fucking pack, alright? I didn’t even see that I ordered it.” He gripes, knuckles digging into his gray sheets to prepare for impact. That makes a laugh exile your chest.

“Oh suuuure, babe. You’re just dying for me to fill your little ass.”

“It’s not little, brat.” You grab the leather flog before giving his juicy, round ass a tight slap.

“Silence before the king!” His eyes roll at your tone. He cranes his head back, watching as you wave the stick flog like a staff royalty would use. You’d been wearing his tie around your neck, just to loosen it like he’d done plenty of times before you two had gotten down to it.

“Thou shalt get ass filled, and thou shall enjoy it!” He shakes his head in disappointment, but also from laughter.

“Oh great, I’m about to get butt-fucked by a british gentleman from the 1800s.” His tone makes you giggle, using the palm of your hand to tap his bum once more for good measure.

“You’ll love it. I’m an excellent fucker of the butts.” You smile, lining the dildo’s tip to the entrance of his ass.

“No, I’m almost certain I won’t.”

You apply a bit more lube to the tip before slightly pushing in. You pause, waiting and watching for his reaction. You continue, watching as he keeps clearing his throat. That makes you laugh.

“You can moan, you know. I know it feels good.” He scoffs, shaking his head.

“No, I’m not enjoying this.” You pout, a frown paints your expressions at his hard tone.

“Baaaabee, you’re making it go down.” He chuckles at your whining.

“There’s nothing to go down! It's a silicone babe!” You smile before thrusting in a bit more. That in turn, makes a loud, high-pitched moan slip from his lips.

“You were saying?” You peak over his shoulder, seeing the entirety of his face flush red.

“Hehe, I win. Admit it, babe. You love me butt-fucking you.” He sighs, shaking his head.

“Fine, I like you butt-fucking me. Happy?”

“Love. You love me butt-fucking you.” He groans, eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“I’m getting you back for this.”

You shrug, picking up the pace in your thrusts. It had taken a little while but with a little help and a lot of lube-you had been able to properly make your boyfriend moan quite a bit from pegging.

Towards the end, he actually looked like he was enjoying it finally.

You quicken the pace of your thrusts before belting out;

"A WHOLE NEW WOOOOORRRLDDD"

"Shut up!"

You both are set into a fit of giggles not long after.

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gimmethatagustd · 9 months

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wanna watch a sex tape | kth (ft. pjm)

When Taehyung invited you over to watch a movie, you didn’t think the movie he had in mind would be your sex tape… And you definitely didn’t think his roommate would want to watch, too.

↳ pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin

↳ wc/date: 6.9k | August 2023

↳ warnings: no pronouns/gendered language for oc except "pussy", namjoon has mono and it's not the album (hahahaaa), homemade pornography, Big Dick Tae, exhibitionism, humiliation kink (but it's like... unintentional? tae isn't mean or anything), handjob, blowjob, deepthroating, facefucking, crying, anal and vaginal fingering, unprotected anal and vaginal sex, double penetration, creampie, subspace, sub!reader, soft!dom tae, switch!jimin ig, an insane amount of lube like way too much, they're all arguing with each other the entire time, tae tries to deepthroat a camcorder

↳ notes: lol yeahhh soooo... idk what's up with me and threesomes lately, but, uhhh, i'm too embarrassed to proofread this so i'll do it later hkjds

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“It’s just a movie,” he’d said. “What’s wrong with two friends watching a movie? It’s Netflix and chill in the most literal way, I promise,” he’d insisted.

So why does Taehyung have pulled up what appears to be a video editing software instead of Netflix?

You sit with your back against Taehyung’s headboard and your legs tucked beneath you while you watch him place his laptop on the bed in front of you. The moment he presses play, you feel all the blood drain from your body.

“Kim Taehyung, turn that the fuck off!” you screech. You lunge forward to slap the space bar, effectively pausing the video. “Why? Why why why why why?”

“You said I could pick the movie,” Taehyung says with a slight pout.

“This is not a fucking movie!”

There on the screen, with a fucking sepia filter, is a still of Taehyung’s fingers lodged deep between your thighs. The tendons and veins in his wrist and forearm pop to the surface from the thrusting motion. In the second it took to pause the video, you’d heard your own breathy moans blare from the laptop’s speakers.

This is probably the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you in your entire life. Probably in anyone’s life! You’re living a nightmare.

“You’re right, it’s not a movie,” Taehyung sighs. He leans back on his palms and lets his head loll to the side as he stares at you blankly, almost as if he’s bored. It’s enraging how hot he looks. “It’s just raw footage. I have a lot of edits to make before I could call it a movie. For starters, I already hate the filter.”

Ears and cheeks aflame with invisible heat, you dig your fingers into the bed’s fluffy comforter to prevent yourself from clawing Taehyung’s eyes out. He’s genuinely insufferable and has been for as long as you’ve known him.

You don’t know how you keep finding yourself in these unfortunate situations with Taehyung. The first time, he provoked you. How could you have reasonably walked away from him at Hoseok’s party when it was in your own fucking apartment? After he fucked your pussy and took a photo when you came? What were you supposed to have done?! You’d already tried kicking him out. The little shit just wiggled his way under your skin and made you itch.

The whole striptease thing hadn’t been your fault, either. Hoseok had a whole conversation with you about not “scaring away” his friends as if it’s somehow on you that his friends are all annoying. But you love Hoseok, no matter how difficult he makes your life sometimes, and you told yourself that you would do better to be nice. Helping Taehyung with his college photography assignment seemed like a nice way to hold out an olive branch to the asshole. How could you have known that it would end with, with, with a sex tape?

Because that’s what this is on Taehyung’s laptop. A fucking sex tape.

You made a sex tape with Kim fucking Taehyung, the most infuriating man on the planet, and now you’re sitting on his bed while he explains his editing software like this is the most normal thing you could be doing on a Friday night.

“Are you even listening?” Taehyung narrows his eyes at you. His fingers hover over the trackpad, posed to click on the video’s play button.

You swat his hand away, and he yelps.

“Stop it right now,” you snap. “We are not watching this.”

You’re so embarrassed that your entire body is on fire. The skin at the nape of your neck prickles, and your stomach swoops so severely that you’re afraid you might pass out from how difficult it is to inhale. It doesn’t help that Taehyung’s previous look of irritation has morphed into something slimy and smug.

Of course, the universe is never on your side. Assuming Taehyung will let this go is nothing more than a pipe dream.

“You’re that upset about it?” Taehyung isn’t sincere when he asks.

Using the arrow keys, he fast-forwards through the video. Despite your embarrassment, you can’t take your eyes off the frames as they quickly flash across the screen. Taehyung lingers momentarily on a part of the video that makes the heat in your face travel south.

Most people look better in real life than in photos, but Taehyung is flawless no matter the circumstance. His sharp, dark eyes stare back at you through the screen. From the angle his head is tilted, his eyes have a narrowed, almost sleepy appearance as he looks through his eyelashes at the camera. You can only see the top half of his face because the lower half is buried between your thighs.

You straighten your posture and clasp your hands in your lap. Forcing yourself to look away from the laptop is hard, and you hate yourself for being so affected by the image of Taehyung eating you out. It was a fluke. A mistake. Something fueled by lust and some weird desire for you to prove that… what? You could fuck him, and it mean nothing?

“This is the best part.”

You don’t want to look again, but you do. It isn’t Taehyung’s comment that draws you toward the laptop once more, but another voice. Your own.

“I liked you better when you were crying and begging for me like a good boy.”

In the moment, you thought you’d been snappy and clever when you said that line – meant to be an insult more than anything. Listening to it now, you’re ashamed to hear something far more… suggestive to your tone. Had it really been like that? Or are you overanalyzing now?

“I can still be a good boy for you like this…”

Taehyung’s rough, fucked-out voice makes your entire body tense. It was fucking hot when he said it then, and hearing it again only confirms that, yes, it was fucking hot.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and broken moans flood the room. Watching yourself on video is surreal, a version of you that you wouldn’t otherwise ever know. Most people live their entire lives without knowing what they look like when they’re having sex – not like this. And here you are, watching a version of you fuck yourself on Taehyung’s cock in the very bed you sit on right now.

“Honestly, I’m offended that you don’t even appreciate how well I edited these shots. They all flow so seamlessly; didn’t you notice?”

For some reason, the pout Taehyung wears tugs at your heart in a way you wish it wouldn’t. He just looks so genuine.

“Taehyung,” you speak sternly, hoping you can set the tone for a more serious conversation. Even though your face isn’t in the video, you’re still a little nervous about what Taehyung will do with it.

Another part of you is very turned on because the video is still playing, and even though you’re looking at Taehyung, you can see the movement out of the corner of your eye. It only gets worse when Taehyung’s moans grow louder.

“Yeah?”

Taehyung’s lips part slightly. You watch him run his tongue against the inside of his cheek with your heart hammering in your chest and heat pooling between your legs. Taehyung exhales in real life, the sound soft and shaky, at the exact moment he cums in the video.

Whatever you were about to say evaporates from your mind like mist in the wind because he sounds so pretty.

Fucking hell.

“What?” Taehyung tries again to get an answer from you, but you can’t speak.

By now, you’re thoroughly wet, to the point that your thighs feel damp from being pressed together. Your underwear is uncomfortable when you shift, and you wish you’d worn more than a pair of baggy basketball shorts. They go well with your cute cropped hoodie and the Nikes you left at Taehyung’s front door. At least they’re black, so there’s no chance your arousal will be seen through your clothes.

The last thing you need is for Taehyung to know you’re turned on.

“Nothing,” you finally respond, tearing your gaze from his face.

The new view is worse, though. You immediately look down and see the last frame of the video. Taehyung’s cock rests on your bare ass, cum splattered on your cheeks and lower back, his cock shiny and slick. You breathe in sharply and seal your fate because Taehyung immediately pounces on that tiny detail.

“I know you liked it,” Taehyung goads, his pout morphing into the classic grin you’ve grown to both hate and love.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie.”

You twist around to face him fully. “Listen here, you little piece of–”

It’s like deja vu, really, how your eyes fall to look at the bulge in Taehyung’s pants. This time, he’s wearing light grey sweatpants that are a little tight in the crotch, showing a clear outline of his cock resting along his thigh. The fabric at the head of his cock is darker than the rest, a wet spot that has your body throbbing with desire.

Perhaps from the attention, Taehyung’s cock kicks up, twitching in the confines of his sweats. He lets out a quiet, breathy laugh.

“I’m listening.”

Taehyung reaches over to squeeze your knee when you still don't speak. Slowly, he glides his hand up your thigh. Once he reaches the hem of your shorts, he lifts his gaze from where his hand is hot on your skin to your face. His eyes lock with yours as he slips his hand into the leg of your shorts and continues following the inside of your thigh.

Despite Taehyung’s body heat, you shiver from his touch as he travels higher and higher. It tickles, but you bite your lip and force yourself to stay still. The only part of you that moves is your chest as you rapidly take shallow breaths. It does nothing to calm you down; if anything, it worsens everything. You’re working yourself up to the point that you’re gushing in your underwear.

Taehyung’s fingers trace along the elastic, and you know he can feel how soaked you are. His gaze weighs heavy on you, eyes dark and lidded. He presses his fingers against your underwear and drags them along your lips, lightly increasing his pressure to massage your clit.

“Oh,” you let out with a gasp, digging your fingers into the comforter. You automatically open your legs further, allowing Taehyung better access. He continues rubbing your clit through your underwear, his movements too slow and light for your liking. “Taehyung…”

“Hm?” He’s so fucking smug you want to slap him, but you also don’t want him to stop.

“Just, fucking, just–”

Your desperate request for him to just fucking finger you already is cut off by Taehyung’s bedroom door flying open. With an embarrassing scream, you practically leap off Taehyung’s bed.

“Taehyungieeee! I was supposed to hang out with Namjoon hyung, but he canceled because he got fucking mono. Can you believe? Who gets mono at almost thirty years old? Seriously! I asked him who he’s been making out with, but he–”

The dark-haired man stops midsentence with his jaw hanging off its hinges. Wide, unsuspecting eyes flit from your look of horror to the outline of Taehyung’s dick in his pants to Taehyung’s hand now resting on your knee. But what’s somehow the most embarrassing thing is that the man’s eyes eventually land on Taehyung’s laptop, where his dick and your ass are still on display.

“Oh wow.”

Taehyung lets out a long groan and lets his head roll backward.

“This is exactly why I tell you to knock before you come in here.”

“W-what!” The man sputters. “This is my fault?”

After a moment of staring at the ceiling, Taehyung levels his gaze to stare at the man. “Did you knock?”

The man looks pained when forced to say, “No…”

You would rather die than be here right now. You watch the two men begin bickering about proper roommate etiquette because this is apparently Taehyung’s roommate, Jimin, who you didn’t know even existed. A convenient thing to leave out, right? Of course, Taehyung wouldn’t fucking tell you that there’s the possibility that someone might be in the apartment with you.

“Well, what are you watching?” Jimin walks toward the bed to get a better look at Taehyung’s laptop. “Fuck, that guy’s cock is huge. What’s this on?”

“Oh my god, Taehyung, make it go away!” You finally hiss, slapping Taehyung in the arm to make him do something.

Taehyung throws his head back in a fit of laughter, which makes you slap him even harder.

“That’s me.”

Jimin nearly chokes. “Excuse me?”

The look on Taehyung’s face is a mix of pride and mischief. He’s absolutely glowing, absorbing all the praise, even if it’s accidentally given.

“That is my cock. And the ass…” Taehyung jabs his thumb in your direction, much to your displeasure.

“Oh,” Jimin exclaims. “Your ass looks great.”

“For fuck’s sake, I need to get out of here.”

“No!” Taehyung reaches for your arm to keep you from getting up. “We haven’t even fully watched it yet.”

You narrow your eyes and gesture in Jimin’s direction. Even if you wanted to watch the sex tape – which you definitely don’t – you can’t watch it with Taehyung’s roommate hovering over you like this. You don’t even understand why the guy is still here or how he and Taehyung can converse normally while Taehyung’s got a literal erection.

Boys are so fucking weird.

“Can I watch, too?”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head. There’s no way, no fucking way. And yet Taehyung’s already nodding and scooting over for Jimin to sit on the other side of him.

“I worked so hard on this, and it’s going unappreciated.” Taehyung glares at you.

Before you can react, Taehyung has restarted the video. His hand migrates from your arm back down to your knee and squeezes lightly, maybe in an attempt to be comforting, but you’re already beginning to die inside from embarrassment.

It doesn’t help that Jimin is gorgeous. You find yourself admiring him as he watches the video, which Taehyung has now turned on with full volume. Jimin’s eyes are glued to the screen. Occasionally, he makes little comments to praise Taehyung’s editing skills or point out how you and Taehyung have “great chemistry.” But the most intriguing part is when Jimin begins to squirm.

It’s still early in the video, just after Taehyung starts eating you out, when you notice Jimin’s hand move to rest in his lap. It isn’t subtle how he adjusts his erection in his jeans, but he doesn’t know that you’re staring at him.

There’s something about knowing that this complete stranger is now hard because of watching your porn that rekindles the arousal buzzing inside you. It doesn’t help that Jimin and Taehyung are right; the video is hot. It’s ridiculously hot.

Distracted, you don’t realize Taehyung’s attention is no longer on the video like Jimin’s is. Instead, he’s got his eyes on where his hand disappears into your shorts again. This time, he wiggles his fingers inside your underwear.

The first press of his fingertips against your clit makes you moan, high-pitched and desperate. You immediately slap your hand over your mouth, and Taehyung chuckles.

“Y’know, I was thinking…” Taehyung begins, noticing that Jimin’s now watching his fingers move in your shorts. “We should make another video.”

“You should,” Jimin agrees immediately with a nod. It’s eager, without shame, and that alone makes your pussy throb for some reason.

Are you into exhibitionism? Is that what this is? What the fuck is going on?

“No way,” you try to protest, but another moan comes from deep in your chest when Taehyung slips his middle finger inside you.

“I could film it,” Jimin offers, as though finding a director is the issue. His chest rises rapidly as his pretty eyes roam your body.

Just as before, you let your legs spread. By now, Taehyung isn’t trying to hide what he’s doing. He openly fingers you with his roommate sitting right there, watching. You lean back on your palms and let your head fall back when Taehyung squeezes your thigh with his other hand to hold you open.

“Yeah, Chim, you film it,” Taehyung agrees. “Baby? Wanna do it now?” He slips a second finger inside you, and you think it’s unfair that he’s asking you this while fingers you because you’d probably do anything to get him to fuck you right now, whether you want to admit it or not.

“Fuck you,” you hiss. “Fine.”

With a grin, Taehyung removes his fingers from you. You want to complain, but he and Jimin are off the bed by the time you sit up again. You sit there, dumbfounded, as Taehyung heads to his closet. Jimin trails behind him, nodding at the instructions Taehyung gives him.

The two return to the bed once they each have a camcorder. They’re smaller than the one Taehyung used before, sleeker, and more colorful compared to the all-black, more heavy-duty one from before.

Taehyung sets his camera on the bed next to you while Jimin fiddles with his from where he stands at the edge of the bed.

“Take your clothes off, baby.”

You bite your lip at the term of endearment you’ve always told Taehyung not to call you, that he calls you anyway. This time, there’s something different about it. You watch him shred his clothes, tossing his t-shirt to the floor and then dropping his sweatpants. As you expected, he isn’t wearing underwear. The sight of his cock, so big and hard that it hangs heavy between his legs, makes you finally start moving.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you throw out just because you have to stay in character unless you want Taehyung to think you’re in love with him or something.

But he grins like an idiot and kneels on the bed while he waits for you to strip. You thought it would be weird getting naked in front of a stranger, but excitement thrums through you as you think about Jimin’s eyes on you, filming you, while Taehyung fucks you.

“Should we do introductions like they do in those casting videos?” Taehyung grins up at Jimin.

The poor guy’s face is bright pink, and his forehead glistens with sweat. Nothing has even happened yet, but he’s completely hard and looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. His hands shake worse than yours had when Taheyung ate you out in the video.

“Chim.”

Jimin swallows but doesn’t speak.

“Jimin,” Taehyung tries again. It seems like Taehyung has a knack for leaving people speechless. He moves to the edge of the bed, still on his knees, and leans forward slightly. Jimin must be too nervous to move because he stands completely still as Taehyung opens his mouth.

You watch with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as Taehyung takes the flip screen of the camcorder into his mouth. All the while, he keeps his eyes locked on Jimin’s.

It’s so fucking hot you have to look away.

Finally, something snaps. Jimin jerks backward, pulling the camera out of Taehyung’s mouth.

“Tae!” He exclaims in disbelief, quickly using his sleeve to clean the screen. “What is wrong with you?”

“If you wanna join us so bad, hurry up and take your clothes off.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. Your dick spoke for you.”

Jimin takes his eyes off Taehyung to look at you. It’s an unspoken request you find yourself granting by nodding your head without even thinking. How could you deny a man that looks like that? Whatever happens, happens. But you know that you want them both if you can have them. The thought just never crossed your mind before.

It seems that Taehyung has helped you learn a lot about yourself, like how you apparently get off on being embarrassed.

“I don’t want to fuck you,” Jimin announces to Taehyung. He tries to look serious, but it’s hard not to laugh when his dick bobs from how quickly he tugged his jeans off his body.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to fuck you either; shut up.”

You thought it would be awkward having Taehyung and Jimin in bed with you, and it is, sort of. Uncharted territory is scary, no matter what it is. It must be evident that you’re feeling this way because Taehyung reaches for you. He pulls you close by the back of the head, and you think the kiss will be rough and charged. Instead, it’s soft. He moves his lips with yours in a gentle rhythm, something meant to be grounding and comforting. His other hand cradles the side of your face, and his thumb caresses your cheek.

“You guys are so cute.” Jimin’s comment makes you pull back from Taehyung.

“No, we’re not.”

“Thank you.”

You scowl at Taehyung, but he’s still wearing that grin that’s getting harder to hate. It slowly fades into something darker once Taehyung finally looks at your body, eyes lingering on how shiny and wet your thighs are from him fucking you with his fingers.

Taehyung bites his lip, reaching for the camcorder on the bed beside you.

“Let me record Jimin fucking your face, baby.”

You and Jimin gasp simultaneously, immediately turning your heads to look at each other. Even though it’s clear that Jimin was invited into this to have sex with you, too, for some reason, you thought Taehyung would be greedier. You thought he wouldn’t want to share, didn’t expect that he’d be the one calling the shots.

Then again, it isn’t that surprising. Hasn’t Taehyung always called the shots? Sure, you let him, but he was good at it. A director. He’s in his element, you realize.

You quickly realize, once Jimin’s cock is down your throat, that Jimin is the greedy one. He kneels directly in front of where you sit on the bed and digs his fingers into the back of your head to hold you still as he fucks your throat.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” Taehyung murmurs. He kneels next to you, recording all the sloppy sounds and visuals of you messily gagging on Jimin’s cock while you jerk Taehyung off.

Tears spill from your eyes as Jimin’s cock hits the back of your throat. You do your best to keep pumping Taehyung’s cock, but your rhythm falters.

“Fuck, yes, swallow. Like that.”

Jimin’s moans are different than Taehyung’s. While Taehyung’s moans are soft and deep, Jimin’s are high-pitched and erratic, coming in stunted waves rather than smooth like Taehyung’s. They sound pretty together, even if they’re so different.

You can tell Jimin won’t last as long as Taehyung, though. He has to pull away from you very quickly, which is fine because you gasp for air, leaning forward slightly to catch your breath.

“Don’t go so fucking hard,” Taehyung snaps once he sees your reaction.

“Wha–” Jimin’s eyes grow wide.

“I’m fine.” Your voice is hoarse, but you’re genuinely okay. You pat Taehyung on the thigh to reassure him because, well, it’s kind of cute that he cared enough to chastise his friend like that.

Taehyung reaches down to wipe the tears from your cheeks with a stern look that feels strange coming from him. “Let’s take care of you, okay, baby?”

It’s soft, the way he talks to you. It isn’t for the cameras.

“I wanna go first. You got your chance before,” Jimin whines.

“Why don’t you ask me then?”

Jimin crosses his arms against his chest. “May I fuck you first?”

“Sure,” you say with a shrug.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but despite the annoyed look on his face, he flops backward onto the bed. The motion causes his cock to slap against his hip, and he groans, slightly rolling on his side.

“See, stop being such a drama queen,” Jimin chides.

You let out a rather unattractive snort that makes Jimin grin.

“I like him.”

“Shut up.”

For once, Taehyung doesn’t have a witty comeback or a stupid smirk to flash your way. Instead, his face twists into something unpleasant. The expression quickly dissolves, and you almost feel like you’ve imagined it.

Taehyung leans back on his elbows and looks down at where you settle between his legs. Even when Jimin moves to kneel behind you, Taehyung’s eyes never leave yours except to check the flipped screen of his camcorder.

“Wait, use this.” Taehyung sits up, and his cock is suddenly very close to your face. He reaches over to open his nightstand drawer, nearly ripping the entire thing out. “A lot of it.”

Something passes between Taehyung and Jimin’s hands. You only glimpse it, but between what you see and the sound of a cap popping open, you know it’s a half-empty bottle of lube that Jimin is now squeezing all over your ass.

“What the hell,” you hiss as the cool liquid drips down your thighs. “Might as well dump the whole fucking thing on me, shit.”

You refuse to admit that it feels nice having Jimin massage the lube into your skin. It heats up quickly, and his hand easily glides across your muscles. You feel yourself sink forward, lifting your lower half to give Jimin more access. In the midst of how good Jimin’s hand feels, something cold and hard presses against your lower back.

“If you ruin my camera, Jimin–”

“That’s hyung to you.”

“No fucking way.”

Their banter would be cute if you didn’t have your ass in the air and Taehyung’s dick mere inches from your face. And maybe if you didn’t fucking hate Taehyung and weren’t wary of Jimin at best.

“Are we gonna do something, or…?”

Taehyung fluffs a pillow behind his head to keep him propped up so he’ll have a better shot for filming.

“Yeah, put it in your mouth.”

You roll your eyes because there Taehyung goes, bossing you around again, but something deep inside whispers that you fucking like it. Not that you would say it out loud. You can’t help how your pussy gushes over him, though. It’s a betrayal, honestly.

“Say, please.”

Taehyung sticks his tongue out at you. “No.”

You don’t have a chance to bitch him out because Jimin chooses that moment to slowly inch his cock inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you moan with your lips brushing against the base of Taehyung’s cock. You rock back gently, helping Jimin ease into you.

“So tight,” Jimin says once his hips are flat against your thighs and his cock is fully buried inside you.

“Right?” Taehyung murmurs. “You always feel so good.”

It’s a bit difficult to bob your head along Taehyung’s cock when Jimin’s fucking into you like his life depends on it. The rhythm is all off, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind. He’s watching you with fucking stars in his eyes, hyperfocused on where your lips suckle the head of his cock. When you take more of him into your mouth, he switches the camcorder to his right hand and reaches out to you with his left.

Taehyung runs his thumb along your upper lip, shallowly dipping into the corner of your mouth to feel how little space there is with your mouth full of his cock.

“Don’t run away; you gotta take it,” Jimin grunts, squeezing your waist and pulling you back hard onto his cock.

You want to snap at Jimin that it’s not your fault you keep getting lurched forward, but Taehyung’s letting out cute little whimpers from you rubbing your tongue against his slit, and you don’t want to do anything to make him stop.

When you finally pull off Taehyung to breathe, a string of spit connects your lips to his shiny cock.

“Can I fuck you in the ass, baby?” Taehyung practically hums the question, his voice already fucked out, deep and hoarse. “I think we need to diversify our portfolio.”

At the question, Jimin slows down his thrusts until they’re shallow and don’t jostle you too severely.

You’re nodding before your brain can catch up to how your body reacts to Taehyung’s request.

“Jimin?”

“On it, boss.”

You mean to groan in annoyance at how fucking corny they are – as if they’re actually trying to make this into a bad porno – but a moan comes out instead as Jimin slowly presses a generously lubed finger against your rim.

“Have you done this before?” Jimin asks, working you open with one finger before moving on to a second.

“Y-yeah,” you whimper, the sensation of Jimin’s cock still moving inside you while his fingers are in your ass enough to make you lose your mind. Even if you hadn’t fingered yourself before, the amount of lube Jimin poured all over your ass removes nearly all the friction and tension.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Taehyung groans in an almost frustrated tone. He reaches down to pump his cock since you’re virtually useless with Jimin’s fingers and cock moving inside of you simultaneously.

“Oh my god, Jimin.” You bury your face in the inside of Taehyung’s thigh, biting down just to ground yourself.

“Shit, that hurts,” Taehyung hisses, but he doesn’t tell you to stop.

Once Jimin has four fingers inside of you, he leans forward to get closer to ask you if you’re ready.

“Do you want us at the same time?”

Something that almost sounds pained comes from Taehyung, a broken whimper you’ve never heard from him before. He squeezes his eyes shut and nods his head even though the question isn’t for him.

“Please, fuck, Y/N, please say yes.”

You can’t even appreciate hearing Taehyung beg because you’re desperate for this, too.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just, let’s go.” You get up, nearly slipping from all the lube that has dripped down onto your body and Taehyung’s.

“I don’t understand how Taehyung ended up not doing any of the work,” Jimin grumbles as he helps you turn around.

You’re hardly paying attention to the men’s bickering. They can do whatever weird bromance thing they’re doing, but you’re trying to get doubly dicked down. Cameras or not.

You sit on Taehyung’s abdomen with your legs on either side of his thighs and face Jimin. Taehyung’s large hands squeeze your waist to lift you up while Jimin grabs Taehyung’s cock to guide the head to your rim.

“I can’t believe I have to touch your dick,” Jimin adds to his list of grievances that you’re sure Taehyung will never hear the end of.

Taehyung just laughs, causing your body to jiggle in his tight grip.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

Jimin grimaces. “I really don’t.”

It’s surprising that the two have never done this before when it feels so natural for the three of you to fall into place like this.

Eventually, Jimin lets go of Taehyung’s cock once the tip pushes inside you. Taehyung feels much bigger than you remember, and Jimin’s fingers certainly don’t compare. Luckily, Taehyung is gentle as he pushes past the ring of muscles. Thank god for the ridiculous amount of lube. It allows you to sink down on Taehyung’s cock with only mild discomfort at first.

“Relax, baby,” Taehyung murmurs. His hands slide up to squeeze your tits, rubbing and pinching your nipples as you eventually slide fully onto his cock.

“O-o-okay,” you stutter as Jimin kneels between you and Taehyung’s legs.

Jimin’s slow as he eases his cock into your pussy, mindful of the pressure you will feel with both cocks inside you. He pauses when he’s halfway in to squeeze even more lube onto his cock, making sure there’s enough to drip down to Taehyung’s, too.

“What are we filming, a fucking lube ad? What is this?”

“Shh, baby, you’re gonna ruin the audio,” Taehyung scolds from behind you.

Biting your lip, you watch Jimin’s face as he concentrates on sliding into you. He’s pretty, sweet even, but… he’s not Taehyung.

“Wait.”

Jimin’s bright eyes flit up to meet yours. Concern twists his features, making his eyebrows scrunch together. “Are you okay?”

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Did we not prep you enough?” Taehyung tries to sit up, but Jimin slaps his thigh.

“Stop moving!”

“I just wanna know what’s going on!”

Taehyung rubs comforting circles into your sides, sliding his thumbs down to trace your hip bones before running his palms back across your ribs.

You shake your head and try not to think about what you’re going to say.

“I… I want to,” your face heats up, and you internally scold yourself for feeling the way you do. “I want Tae.”

Your words are rushed, but Jimin seems to understand – perhaps even more than what you’ve let on because he gives you a small smile and eases out of you without any questions.

“What?” Taehyung peers from around your body.

“No assfucking for you, buddy. Better luck next time.”

“Jimin!” It’s your turn to haul a slap, this one hard against Jimin’s arm. “I’m a person.”

At least Jimin has enough sense to appear bashful. Grabbing your arms, he helps you lift off of Taehyung. He guides you so you’ve got your knees on either side of Taehyung’s hips.

When you straddle Taehyung, you press your palms to his chest and dig your fingers into his firm pecs. He’s gorgeous like this, skin smooth and tan. A few moles scatter his torso, like little flecks of chocolate that you suddenly realize you’ve missed out on having the chance to lick up. His cheeks are dusted a light pink, and his sweaty bangs are brushed away from his forehead.

He’s gorgeous all the time, but especially like this.

“See something you like?”

You dig your nails into his skin, and Taehyung winces, but he maintains that stupid fucking sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

“Shut up. Maybe.”

Taehyung’s grin widens. It’s bright and lopsided, makes him look like an idiot, honestly, and your stomach swoops because, fuck, you’re so fucked.

“Are you two lovebirds ready or what? My dick is starting to hurt.”

Taehyung apparently thinks slapping your ass is the best way to respond to Jimin’s question.

Reaching between your bodies, you guide Taehyung’s cock inside your pussy. The unholy amount of lube makes it easy for him to slip in, which is good because you need to focus on relaxing your body once you feel Jimin’s cock press against your rim.

You’ve never had two dicks at once – god, it sounds insane when you think about it, even though you know plenty of people who have explored this side of their sexual fantasies. It just isn’t something you’d do, mainly because you’ve always been insecure and a little shy. The hardass exterior is a great wall you’ve built to hide from getting your heart broken, but of course, Taehyung has managed to fuck with all your plans.

It’s a strange sensation once Jimin fully bottoms out. The three of you freeze, allowing your body to adjust.

After a while, Taehyung grabs your ass, holding you open as he and Jimin slowly begin to rock into you. As it was when you were sucking Taehyung off, it’s a bit difficult to find the right rhythm at first. Taehyung and Jimin bicker back and forth about who should thrust first and who should pull back. Taehyung jostles you in his lap a few times, squeezing your thighs to adjust your legs against his hips when he isn’t kneading your ass.

Jimin eventually pushes down on your back, pressing you against Taehyung to open your hips more. The action pushes your chest into Taehyung’s face, much to his amusement, because he immediately sucks one of your perky nipples into his mouth.

“Oh god,” you moan, reaching out to squeeze Taehyung’s broad shoulders when he flicks your nipple with the tip of his tongue. His mouth is wet and warm, and your nipples have always been extra sensitive when you’re aroused.

“Fuck, Tae, just, go now,” Jimin instructs through gritted teeth.

Taehyung begins thrusting into you at a different tempo, knocking your heart into your throat because you can feel both of their cocks alternating thrusts inside of you now, both rubbing against each other between your walls.

It’s embarrassing when the first wave of tears starts streaming down your face. You start babbling, hardly aware of what you’re saying because the pleasure is so intense it feels as though your brain completely short circuits.

“Tae, Tae, oh my god, Taehyung,” you breathily chant into Taehyung’s ear. You can’t lean far forward because you have to keep your back arched for both Jimin and Taehyung to comfortably thrust into you. That frustrates you because you suddenly feel the need to be closer to Taehyung. It’s like everything inside of you will explode if you don’t.

“Tae, I n-need y-y-you,” you sob.

“Shhh, baby, we got you, okay? I got you.” Taehyung reaches up to lightly wrap his hand around your throat. It isn’t meant to choke you, just to comfort you with his presence since he can’t hold you against his chest.

“Dropping?” Jimin asks as he pounds into you from behind.

“Just sensitive, I think,” Taehyung responds for you, and it makes you warm to know that he knows you well enough to answer correctly.

His hand slides from your throat to hold your jaw. The position allows him to press his middle finger into your mouth. You immediately suck on it, finding comfort in it even as you continue to cry from the pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum. Tae. I’m gonna cum.”

Taehyung’s hand quickly drops to squeeze between your bodies. He rubs your clit, adding the extra sensation you need to finally push you over the edge. You cry out Taehyung’s name as you cum on both his and Jimin’s cocks, fingers digging into Taehyung’s pecs so hard that you worry you’ll draw blood.

Jimin immediately cums, too, the feeling of your ass clenching around his cock proving too much for him.

“Wait, wait,” he pleads until Taehyung stops moving. “Let me pull out.”

You whimper when you feel Jimin ease out of you, your ass clenching and unclenching as your body adjusts. Now that only Taehyung is inside you, you collapse against his chest. Your lips find his neck and suck, making him shiver underneath you.

“Can I move?” Taehyung asks, and you hum, too afraid to speak.

Taehyung fucks into you harder than he had before. There’s something desperate about it, the way he chases his pleasure and can thrust at the speed he wants without needing to match with Jimin. You don’t even know what Jimin’s doing, probably cleaning himself up or filming you. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is how Taehyung moans your name as he thrusts into you. It’s sloppy and wet, something Taehyung appreciates.

“You sound so good,” he moans into your ear. “Will you cum for me again?”

You frantically nod your head, already almost there.

“Just let go for me, okay? You can trust me.”

It feels like more than just sex when he whispers it in your ear, another quiet promise meant for you and not the camera.

You cum for a second time, this one accompanied by a silent scream that’s pressed into the crook of Taehyung’s sweaty neck.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Taehyung groans, squeezing you against his chest as he finally finds his release, too.

You feel warm and gooey, none of your limbs cooperating when Taehyung tries to move you off him. Jimin has to help, and the two lay you on your back and get to work cleaning you up. It should be embarrassing, but you kind of like having two men doting on you. It’s nice, even if you’re still a little sticky from cum and lube, even after they’ve done their best to wipe your body down.

Why haven’t you ever done this before? This is lovely. Men should be taking care of you.

You smile at them, brain fuzzy and warm, when Jimin helps Taehyung tuck you into bed.

“How are you feeling?” Taehyung asks. He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, caressing it lightly.

“I’m barely holding on.”

Jimin snorts and immediately turns his head away when Taehyung shoots him a death glare.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” The nervousness in Taehyung’s voice is cute.

“You’re cute.”

Rather than say something smug, Taehyung covers his face with his hands.

“We broke Y/N.”

“What?” Jimin whips his head back around. “What, because you’re cute?”

“Yes.”

You use the rest of your strength to slap Taehyung in the thigh. “Oh, shut the fuck up before I kick your ass. Take the fucking compliment.”

Taehyung peeks at you from between his fingers. “Fuck, you scared me for a second there.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jimin stands up and stretches his arms out. “You’re both fucking drama queens.”

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